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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.

[bekommen]

[Because typing takes too long.]

Where the hell did you find booze in this shithole?

[voice]

[wormintheglass]

I am only interested in eating bar snacks, my dear. And possibly only vegetarian ones, after our latest big adventure.

We should perhaps build a still.

text

[murderpotato]

just how much fuckin booze are we talking here

voice.

[unmakes]

❰ fine, she'll do the voice thing. ❱

I actually found it in the last shithole. This one's kind of a bust.

[voice]

[unmakes]

Right, right. Snacks. I totally... don't actually have those. My bad.

text

[unmakes]

enough for death by booze 3x over for a table of 12

text

[murderpotato]

that's a fuckin start

ill be there in 5

text

[unitas]

Great, we can get drunk before we're eaten alive.

text.

[smited]

Is there any chance of getting a few mostly-empty bottles from you? Not to drink.

action.

[thebigredog]

[cliff doesn't even bother to actually respond to sally's post before heading out. he's not the most eager person for conversation on a good day, and cliff's honestly yet to have one of those in this place so.

literally the only reason he's willing to do even this much right now is thanks to the offer of alcohol. otherwise he would just continue to avoid everyone while his temper continued to build and build. maybe a drink would finally soothe the burning pit of hunger brewing in his stomach.

he slouches into the bar with his hood pulled up over his head and hands stuffed in his pockets, gives sally a sullen look.] You said there's booze?

voice.

[bekommen]

And they let you bring it with you? That's hardly fucking fair.

[circumitus]

there's a bar?

can trade some food for liquor. not the kind that's turning people into monsters.

voice.

[unmakes]

I've died eight and a half times in the last two years, and that's the least of my problems. You sure you want to talk about fair?

text

[unmakes]

yep

❰ she'll be found sitting crosslegged on the bar-top, a bottle in hand and no glasses in sight, the area lit dimly by shitty overhead bulbs. ❱

text

[unmakes]

OR

we could get drunk and if shit tries to eat us i'll handle it

text.

[unmakes]

i can prob make that happen

if you gimme a few minutes to empty them first

[unmakes]

there is now

and trade absolutely accepted, i'm running way low

action.

[unmakes]

❰ she can't really judge, her own hood's only getting pulled down once he shows up and she's got a full bottle resting just in front of where she's sitting crosslegged on the bartop, but he still gets a brow-raise of appraisal when he walks in all grumpy and shit. ❱

Depends, are you gonna at least pretend to be friendly?

text

[unitas]

How?

[ she has doubts, so many doubts. ]

text

[unmakes]

are you familiar with dubstep

voice.

[bekommen]

Seems like bein' dead would solve your problems, actually.

[Text]

[amos_moses]

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

Be there in ten.

action.

[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.]

action

[murderpotato]

[This is 100% Gren's kind of place-- run-down and poorly lit, with people drinking right out of the bottle. His stupid Crocodile Dundee villain-esque wardrobe almost doesn't look completely out of place in a bar like this.]

[He sits down at the bar, close enough to be in passing distance but not close enough to be friendly. Because, well... Gren.]

That better not be fuckin' all of it.

[One bottle is not gonna cut it.]

[voice]

[wormintheglass]

[Bianca's laugh is deep and throaty.]

I'm sure I can find something without any human tissue in it.

May I bring my pets? I don't feel entirely safe leaving them behind.