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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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[amos_moses]

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

Be there in ten.

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[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.

[unmakes]

❰ 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.

[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!

[unmakes]

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

[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.