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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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action, pretend that last tag said glass and plastic bottles, not metal. my b

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❰ she shakes her head a little, reaching over to pull another one out of the bag and look it over. ❱ Nah, like - they totally had labels and shit when I found them, they've just seen like ten circles of hell and the paper warped and the sticky shit got all gross and just. ❰ a head-shake. ❱ I remember most of it, though. That one's tequila. Not the shitty kind, either. The glass cracked so I had to swap the bottle.

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literally anytime

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❰ an hour later, she'll be found sitting crosslegged on a bar-top with a mostly empty bottle of something opaquely brown held in both hands and resting in front of her. just barely within arm's reach in front of her is a series of four other mostly-empty bottles, 3 glass and 1 plastic, lined from tallest to shortest. she doesn't immediately notice he's arrived unless he makes himself known. until then, she's got distant eyes on the bottle in her hands and she's idly humming a song a few notes at a time. ❱

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i feel like anything i say right now can and will be held against so i'm just gonna ask: are we drinking or what

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❰ the whiskey has her flashing an unexpected half-grin, and she accepts the bag gratefully. ❱ Holy shit, you might just be my new favorite person in this shithole, ❰ sally informs him as she opens the bag to pull out and take a bite out of one of the sandwiches. once the bite's swallowed, she nods toward a scattering of half-full bottles on the bartop, both in and out of her arm's reach. ❱ Help yourself, man. I've got- well, more whiskey, I've got rum, I've got vodka, tequila, kahlua... I think there's some wine in here but c'mon now.

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yes.
we're still on.
will be there within half an hour with some food to snack on.

[smited]

[ even with clothes nicked from one of the "stores" here in hadriel, cullen somehow manages to look ridiculously medieval. especially with the sword on his hip and the shield at his back. and yet, even with the shield, he still manages to hunch his shoulders a bit as he clears his throat and waits for sally to notice him.

he didn't really think about the fact that emptying the bottles would probably involve someone getting shitfaced. not until he stepped through the door anyway. and now he feels a little bad about that. ]

Thank you again for letting me take these off your hands.

[amos_moses]

Hey, I've met some very nice wines in my time. Nothng like a vintage blessed by Bacchus himself.

[Amos settles himself on a bar stool and begins examining bottles. Hmm, hmm, oh, that smells vaguely fruity. He pours out a drop, makes sure it doesn't melt through the countertop, then samples it himself. Peaches! Nice.]

But this will do nicely. Thank you very much, ma'am!

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I am Bianca.

[She introduces herself with an air of expecting to have been heard of.

Bianca in the flesh is much smaller than she looks: five feet two and slightly built, though she walks with a confident, gracile strength. The hyenas walking, unleashed, either side of her come up almost to her chest. They don't exactly wag their tails, and their grins could be seen as threatening, but their body language looks friendly enough.]

And these are Bud and Lou - perfectly housetrained, I can assure you. And look! I found ...they're some kind of cheese and potato balls. Definitely free of long pig.

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holla

❰ when rey arrives, she'll find sally sitting on the bar-top crosslegged, a duffel bag filled with various bottles sitting unzipped a few feet in front of her. the bottle resting between her hands right now is about 3/4 empty, but it was probably not more than half-full to start with, since she doesn't look too tipsy yet. ❱

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❰ a definite grin now, and she shakes her head. ❱ Don't even worry about it. I'm just glad for the company.

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[While Rey has no idea what "holla" is supposed to mean, she just shrugs, shuts off her comm, and follows the map to the bar.

[Amazingly, she makes it there with no event, and finds herself a seat before the bar-top without so much as a hello. Rude.

[After a beat, she glances to the duffle bag, then to Sally, before helping herself to the contents. Also rude.]

On a scale of one to ten, how shitty is the liquor here?

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❰ sally's eyeing the hyenas (holy shit they're big) with a look that's slightly surprised but mostly intrigued - at least, until bianca mentions the food, with a description that sounds very much like some kind of cheetos.

her grin broadens. ❱

No way, lemme see those. ❰ she offers a hand out for the bag, all the while uncrossing a leg to catch the edge of a barstool with her foot and scoot it out away from the bar, a clear offer for bianca to have a seat. ❱

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❰ at the clearing of his throat, she glances up at once, offering a half-smile of greeting as she spots him. one last little gulp is stolen from the bottle in hand, then she sets it with the others, swiveling to uncross her legs and set her feet on a barstool to face him more directly. ❱

Sorry there aren't more. ❰ she doesn't seem too torn up over it, though. ❱ I'm pretty hard to kill, but I think alcohol poisoning's still a thing?

❰ but now she's getting a look at him - at his sword and shield, at the distinctive architecture of his face - and her head tilts a little. ❱ Probably none of my business, but what do you plan on doing with them? Dunno if I left enough for decent molotovs.

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It's alright. I wouldn't want you to harm yourself, and this should be more than enough.

[ after all, dorian will kill him if he steals too much of the booze that's in chez thedas to top these up a bit.

cullen pauses in reaching for one of the bottles and gives sally a rather confused look. ] Molotovs? I'm afraid that's a term I'm not familiar with.

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[bekommen]

At this point, I'd drink to just about anything.

[amos_moses]

Do I need to earn my keep? Sing, dance, tell a story?

[Amos smiles broadly as he asks this teasingly. He's been expected to entertain at small parties before, and in many myths there's generally such an exchange. But she had said earlier all that was needed was merely to show up...though he'll be happy to oblige if she does want a tale or two.]

My dancing isn't great, though, I'll warn you.

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[wormintheglass]

[Bianca relinquishes the bag without regret: she is vastly more interested in the alcohol. She sits and casts a calculating eye over the bottles.]

Please tell me there's tequila. I am perfectly equal to anything this place can throw at me, if I can only wash it down with a litle tequila.