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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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[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.]

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[unmakes]

❰ the look he's getting is like 'c'mon now'. ❱ Wow, is that the best you've got? ❰ she leans over to the duffel bag behind the bar. ❱ Pretty sure I've got a Coors Light in here for that kind of effort.

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[thebigredog]

[cliff lifts just enough of his head up from his arms to make sure that sally can see the scowl on his face.]

If you want me in a good mood, Coors Light isn't going to fucking do it. [he reassures her flatly before groaning and running his hands violently through his hair.]

Fuck, I've already done the good Samaritan shit this week, what the hell do you want from me?