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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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[bekommen]

[Because typing takes too long.]

Where the hell did you find booze in this shithole?

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[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.

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[murderpotato]

just how much fuckin booze are we talking here

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[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.

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[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?

[circumitus]

there's a bar?

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

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[amos_moses]

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

Be there in ten.