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Seventh Note: Whiskey, Whiskey on the Shelf [Audio - Private]

[After ascertaining for certain from Princess Celestia that Jeeves hasn't just been spirited away on another espionage mission, Bertie does what any right-thinking man would do: he turns on his scroll, picks out a trio of chums and messages them to ask after getting drunk. Harvey, Flare Star and Dante will do, surely! He tries to keep his voice light and airy, but he might sound more than a touch desperate.]

What ho, chums all! I was wondering if you might not like to join me for something of a bender. Of the jolly juice variety, I mean, not coffee or tea. I'm looking to sink a league or ten into the good stuff, steeping up to the gills and all that. Just thought you might like to join in, what? Always a happy time with one's friends. A good zozzling that is!

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["Jolly juice" reminded her rather painfully of her brief time as a foal, when she called her mother's own reckless alcoholism "visiting the happy juice shop". But Flare's able to push that down and get her other concerns on the table.]

You need some medication of the booze variety.

[It's more a statement than a question. His tone wasn't too much different from the first time she'd heard of him after he'd, well, died... though it was certainly much less hyperactive.]

It'd probably help me feel better if I knew what kind of wound you were tryin' to heal. Gettin' drunk has a bad way of makin' things worse...

[She knows. She's seen Harvey at his worst, and not just with shadows.]

...so I just wanna be sure my friend is offering for the right reason.

[There is silence for a very long moment on the other end of the scroll as Bertie contemplates what to tell her. The truth will be for the best as he'll likely find himself talking about it once he's into his cups, anyway. Better she be braced for it.]

Princess Celestia said Jeeves' magic scroll is back in the Canterlot library. Doubtlessly back shimmering and gliding along the streets of London once more, my man Jeeves.

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[Wh-?

Oh. Oh. No wonder he's going straight towards the three people who he was closest to... rather, the ones he was closest to that didn't live at that commune with him.

It takes a few minutes to respond, but when she does, it's quiet, yet firm.]

Yeah, I'll go.

[She did the same thing with Aleph when Lucifer left... and made a point not to do it with anyone when Surprise left. It's only fair she keep it up.

Heh, at this rate she could make it a tradition. Friend leaves? Get smashed!]

Just promise me one thing.

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Whatever you'd like.

[You know how he's usually a doormat, Flare Star? He'll do just about anything you could ask at the moment without so much as a peep of protest. He doesn't have the emotional energy to be affronted.]

Don't you dare go making fancy eyes at anyone else until you get your sassy Bittish flank back to him, or I'll make an attempt at showing what you can live through.

[It's a bit brutish, but she means well.]

I know a special somepony when I see one, and I don't want to see you doing any of that stupid rebound crap just because you're down on yourself.

[He might not have the energy for protest, but confusion, certainly.]

What? Flare, what the deuce are you even talking about? Rebounding on... what?

[That gets a small scoff of... well, frustration?... out of the mare. Hard to tell with no visual, not that she seems to mind.]

...Sorry. Keep forgetting you're not up on slang my grandparents didn't use. Gimme a second to figure out how to put this in words you can get.

You and Jeeves were two peas in a pod, thicker than thieves, and so on.

If I catch you trying to date anyone just to try to get your mind off of him, I will get violent.

Better?

[Did he really seem like the sort of chap to do that? He isn't Bingo Little. But, well, his mind had strayed a bit to some of the other fellows he knew that were a bit nice talk to. Might be nice to hold for a bit when feeling glum and all. Maybe even cuddling with Fluttershy would work now-

No. No, that is not appropriate or preux to be thinking. Jeeves isn't gone three days and Bertie's already contemplating improper and terrible things.]

What kind of stallion do you take me for, Flare?

[There isn't any bite or anger in his voice, just weariness.]

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A very confused and hurt one prone to boneheaded decisions that fly in the face of common sense.

[Said as straight as possible. She's not trying to accuse him, after all - just laying the cards on the table so that he's not blindsided by an angry mare.]

[It's not an inaccurate assessment, much as that embarrasses Bertie to admit to himself. He sighs, but again tries to keep his voice light.]

You've got me in one there, old thing. The Woosterly gaze shall stay firmly 'un-fancy,' I can assure you. Shall I meet you at the Decanter, then?

Yeah. I'll buy.

[She didn't have MUCH after that stupid auction, but she couldn't not help Bertie out through a rough spot like this.]

[Now, of course Harvey's not really one to go out for drinks. Even he sticks to water, it gets...stressful, sometimes. But Bertie's tone, plus the privacy filter, keeps him from just declining.]

Sure, kid. Any special reason?

Toasting a friend departed for home, one hopes. [There's a pause.] Jeeves is gone.

[Oh. Damn it. Harvey barely knew the guy himself, but why couldn't whatever the hay it was have left him for Bertie's sake?]

Okay. I'll meet you there. First round's on me.

Hah...

[He can't help the sad chuckle.]

You'll be vying with Flare for that, old fruit. I'll find a table.

[He goes to roll up his scroll, but decides to add something more.]

Thank you, Harvey.

Don't mention it, kid.

You got it. What's the occasion?

[Of these three, Dante's the only one Bertie doesn't think knows about the understanding between himself and Jeeves. He'll probably need to get a fair bit into his cups before he's really inclined to do so, at that.]

Jeeves, my valet - friend - he's flitted back home to London. Princess Celestia checked, and his scroll's back in the Canterlot Library. I thought we might toast to his good health. [And the other friends who have disappeared... again. Surprise is gone, he knows.]

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