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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 > action]

[wormintheglass]

They have been good friends to me under some very trying circumstances. We shall be there directly.

[And she is, or at least there's a knock, accompanied by a low, musical voice calling out.]

Sally? I am here.

[action]

[unmakes]

Heyyy. ❰ she greets even before she glances up, offering a slightly tired half-grin. ❱ I didn't get your name, did I?

[action]

[wormintheglass]

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.

[action]

[unmakes]

❰ 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. ❱

[action]

[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.