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[unmakes]

hey so

i know shit's going down but i've done this solo thing way too long, i'm pretty sure i'm going actual crazy

free booze for whoever wants to come hang out with me in this shithole i've decided is totally the new bar. but i'm cutting you off if you're shitty company or try to eat me alive (this is me, pointing to my eyes and then pointing to you wiggy infected motherfuckers)

❰ incoming attachment: cometothebar.jpg. it's a map. a really shitty one with a big circle drawn around a building somewhere in the business-ish area. ❱

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voice.

[bekommen]

[Because typing takes too long.]

Where the hell did you find booze in this shithole?

voice.

[unmakes]

❰ fine, she'll do the voice thing. ❱

I actually found it in the last shithole. This one's kind of a bust.

voice.

[bekommen]

And they let you bring it with you? That's hardly fucking fair.

voice.

[unmakes]

I've died eight and a half times in the last two years, and that's the least of my problems. You sure you want to talk about fair?

[voice]

[wormintheglass]

I am only interested in eating bar snacks, my dear. And possibly only vegetarian ones, after our latest big adventure.

We should perhaps build a still.

[voice]

[unmakes]

Right, right. Snacks. I totally... don't actually have those. My bad.

[voice]

[wormintheglass]

[Bianca's laugh is deep and throaty.]

I'm sure I can find something without any human tissue in it.

May I bring my pets? I don't feel entirely safe leaving them behind.

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[murderpotato]

just how much fuckin booze are we talking here

text

[unmakes]

enough for death by booze 3x over for a table of 12

text

[murderpotato]

that's a fuckin start

ill be there in 5

text

[unitas]

Great, we can get drunk before we're eaten alive.

text

[unmakes]

OR

we could get drunk and if shit tries to eat us i'll handle it

text

[unitas]

How?

[ she has doubts, so many doubts. ]

text.

[smited]

Is there any chance of getting a few mostly-empty bottles from you? Not to drink.

text.

[unmakes]

i can prob make that happen

if you gimme a few minutes to empty them first

text.

[smited]

Thank you. When can I pick them up?

action.

[thebigredog]

[cliff doesn't even bother to actually respond to sally's post before heading out. he's not the most eager person for conversation on a good day, and cliff's honestly yet to have one of those in this place so.

literally the only reason he's willing to do even this much right now is thanks to the offer of alcohol. otherwise he would just continue to avoid everyone while his temper continued to build and build. maybe a drink would finally soothe the burning pit of hunger brewing in his stomach.

he slouches into the bar with his hood pulled up over his head and hands stuffed in his pockets, gives sally a sullen look.] You said there's booze?

action.

[unmakes]

❰ she can't really judge, her own hood's only getting pulled down once he shows up and she's got a full bottle resting just in front of where she's sitting crosslegged on the bartop, but he still gets a brow-raise of appraisal when he walks in all grumpy and shit. ❱

Depends, are you gonna at least pretend to be friendly?

action.

[thebigredog]

[cliff doesn't answer immediately, just drags himself over to the bar and throws himself down on a seat pointedly out of arm's reach from sally, folding his arms in front of him and tucking his chin in them.]

Maybe.

[though let's be honest with each other, he really means no.]

[circumitus]

there's a bar?

can trade some food for liquor. not the kind that's turning people into monsters.

[unmakes]

there is now

and trade absolutely accepted, i'm running way low

[circumitus]

hope you don't mind bear or snake meat.
running low of snake though.

[Text]

[amos_moses]

Damn, but don't you make a persuasive argument.

Be there in ten.

[Text]

[unmakes]

holla.

❰ when he arrives, she's sitting cross-legged on the bartop with both hands around wrapped casually a half-empty bottle of vodka resting just in front of her. ❱

[amos_moses]

[Amos arrives with a full bottle of whiskey in one hand, and a little bag of slightly-messy sandwiches in the other. Arriving empty-handed is just rude, and he cheerfully beelines for the bar, setting down his drink and proudly presenting sally with the sandwiches.]

Hey, friend. Thought I'd share. Meat's all bear jerky, I promise.