[ Rhys isn't expecting Jack to let go. In the middle of the new Center, he flops down on the floor in a drunken heap. His world goes all spinny for the millionth time and oh his stomach didn't like that, but he doesn't puke. Thank god, because he's more than embarrassed enough already. Think of how bad it's all going to feel when he's sober.
When he doesn't feel quite as gross, Rhys gets himself up to his feet. He can at least balance himself fairly well without toppling over! He'll just look over to Handsome Jack with a very tired, very...drunk look on his face and sniff. ]
'Kay. I'll eat some I guess.
[ There's a pause. ]
Can you do dippy eggs? With toast so, s-so you can dip 'em. Dippy eggs.
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When he doesn't feel quite as gross, Rhys gets himself up to his feet. He can at least balance himself fairly well without toppling over! He'll just look over to Handsome Jack with a very tired, very...drunk look on his face and sniff. ]
'Kay. I'll eat some I guess.
[ There's a pause. ]
Can you do dippy eggs? With toast so, s-so you can dip 'em. Dippy eggs.