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fifth; video + action (give me a shot to remember and you can take all the pain away from me)
[Nick is infinitely more sober than the last time she appeared on the network, though the location is, perhaps unsurprisingly, the same. The only difference is that this time, Nick is standing behind the bar, not sitting at it with a drink in hand. She appears slightly uncomfortable, no doubt due to regret over her past broadcast. She clears her throat and nods at the camera.]
So if you didn't already know, I'm working at the bar now. Delight asked me to help out, and it's what I used to do back in Chicago, so.
[She shrugs. Obvious connection is obvious.]
I know I said a lot of shit last time I talked to everyone on this thing, but as I'm sure you all noticed, I was pretty fucking drunk. [She sighs, rolling her eyes, mildly irritated with herself.] I didn't mean most of it, and I'm not gonna, like, poison anyone's drink while I'm working. I also don't drink when I'm on the job, so you don't have to worry about any more dumb bullshit like before. I'm a professional, OK? Just so we got that out there. And yeah, that does mean I'll cut you off if I see you acting like an asshole.
[She reaches over to kill the feed, then remembers she has one more thing to say.]
Oh yeah - leave your fucking pets or whatever at home. I know we don't got health inspections to pass or anything, but that shit still ain't sanitary.
[There, now she's done. She hangs up, but will respond to any replies in between serving patrons of Delight's bar. Perhaps you're even one of them?]
So if you didn't already know, I'm working at the bar now. Delight asked me to help out, and it's what I used to do back in Chicago, so.
[She shrugs. Obvious connection is obvious.]
I know I said a lot of shit last time I talked to everyone on this thing, but as I'm sure you all noticed, I was pretty fucking drunk. [She sighs, rolling her eyes, mildly irritated with herself.] I didn't mean most of it, and I'm not gonna, like, poison anyone's drink while I'm working. I also don't drink when I'm on the job, so you don't have to worry about any more dumb bullshit like before. I'm a professional, OK? Just so we got that out there. And yeah, that does mean I'll cut you off if I see you acting like an asshole.
[She reaches over to kill the feed, then remembers she has one more thing to say.]
Oh yeah - leave your fucking pets or whatever at home. I know we don't got health inspections to pass or anything, but that shit still ain't sanitary.
[There, now she's done. She hangs up, but will respond to any replies in between serving patrons of Delight's bar. Perhaps you're even one of them?]

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I only understood about half of what you just fuckin' said, but yeah, they do. Usually not straight, though.
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I can't imagine why. Tell me that isn't all that passes for a decent drink in this place. For non-medicinal purposes, I mean.
[Not that he plans on drinking much, but if he's going to be treating people for alcohol poisoning...]
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[Nick rolls her eyes and slides the bottle off to the side.]
Do you want me to make you something better? That's kinda my job, y'know.
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[Russian gangsters or dumbfucks trying to impress girls, either one. He pauses to consider her offer a moment, then shakes his head.]
Maybe later. I'm still on call, as it were. Maybe there's something that's shown up in the shops that I can use, peroxide at least, if not better disinfectants. If it isn't just coloring books and candy again.
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[There's amusement in how she says it, no vitriol. Half-smiling, she shakes her head.]
Nah, not so far as I've seen. And I'm here pretty much all the time now. Saw a lot of the latter back in Chicago, though.
[She caps the bottle of vodka and slides it toward him.]
The only good thing about this kinda bullshit is it doesn't last.