He'd every intention to beeline to the arcade for at least a shot of something bracing before moving on with the rest of his night. Foolish, maybe, to not expect at least some sort of company in here.
Still, at least she's a familiar face he remembers from the weekend prior, and it keeps his demeanor light despite the exhaustion.]
...And here I though we'd have a larger crowd. [It's quipped as he rummages through the bottles.] Should we count ourselves lucky?
[Damn, she doesn't even get the place to herself? She thinks she keeps a straight face, but it's clear as day she doesn't find it lucky at all to be stuck with company.]
Maybe we don't have that many drinkers? I know that Seymour guy can't seem to stand it.
[Or at least, none of the cheap offerings at a run down place like this. Case in point: the mug of beer in front of her right now.]
WEEK ZERO - SATURDAY POST TRIAL
He'd every intention to beeline to the arcade for at least a shot of something bracing before moving on with the rest of his night. Foolish, maybe, to not expect at least some sort of company in here.
Still, at least she's a familiar face he remembers from the weekend prior, and it keeps his demeanor light despite the exhaustion.]
...And here I though we'd have a larger crowd. [It's quipped as he rummages through the bottles.] Should we count ourselves lucky?
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Maybe we don't have that many drinkers? I know that Seymour guy can't seem to stand it.
[Or at least, none of the cheap offerings at a run down place like this. Case in point: the mug of beer in front of her right now.]
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With the brazen blue hair, yes?
To each their own. Though I'd be curious if it's a matter of taste, culture, or simply because one can't hold their liquor.
[Looks like he's filling a glass of the same. What he wouldn't give for a little bit better taste to his ale, but eh. He's had worse.]
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[She isn't nearly so picky, taking a sip.]