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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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[murderpotato]

[For about half a second, he's a little confused about what she means; then he obliges and grabs onto her wrist, counterbalancing her weight. He holds her there like she weighs pretty much nothing.]

[The bag that gets put down on the bar is full of liquor. He lets go of her to start poking around in it.]

Now that's more fuckin' like it. [He picks up one of the plastic bottles and turns it over in his hand.] This all moonshine or some shit?

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.