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[morns]

best bar, go.

( important questions only here. )

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text; un: bluerose

[birdflipping]

Hey, I just passed a few. Lemme get a photo and you can take your pick.

[attachment: bars.jpg]

[morns]

wrong answer.

( she could drink at them, but she's not 14 any more. )

[birdflipping]

What, are you the picky type? none of them good enough to meet your high standards?

[morns]

not the question i was asking.

[birdflipping]

Oh, right, you wanted to know what I think is the best

I'd say the long black ones are a winner

[morns]

( maybe i should commission a facepalm icon in future... )

you too stupid to know what a bar is?

[birdflipping]

I dunno, are you too grumpy to have a sense of humor?

[morns]

( not while she's sober. )

ever thought you're not funny?

[birdflipping]

I'm hilarious.

[in his own opinion, and that's what counts]

Anyway, I don't drink, so that's all i got for you

[morns]

no.

( the point is to make other people laugh, dude. that's why she isn't funny. )

you always waste people's time like this?

[birdflipping]

oof. If you're in this bad of a mood, I can see why you need a drink

Text; un: koromaru

[whatsamada]

Why do you want to know?

[morns]

least you understand that.

( and she's... usually in this mood. )

[morns]

because i want a drink.

( obviously. )

[whatsamada]

I know but it seemed like an odd thing to ask.

[Adults sure are interesting]

[morns]

( don't be like this adult, child. )

does it? going to need something to do here.

text ↠ un: cacophony

[thecacophony]

[ Finally, someone asking an important question. Sal jots down the address to the bar she's been working at part-time, an out of the way tavern with a cozy, indoor garden. That's Camelot for you: a place where nature finds space within the brick and mortar of civilized society. ]

Here. Tell 'em Sal sent you.

[morns]

( look, everyone else is asking questions she can read the answers too, but she's gonna need a drink if she is gonna be stuck with that creepy staring lady as her familiar. )

thank fuck. you a regular?

[whatsamada]

I guess not. If you are going to a bar, just be careful.

I don't know how dangerous this world is.

[morns]

( after years in warzones, she thinks she can handle a few randy barpeople,
even if they have magic and she doesn't have that same handle on it.

if anything, she has more power now than she ever had in the military. )

anywhere here could be dangerous. no point in avoiding good things cause of it.

( her opinion of good things is... questionable,
admittedly. )

[thecacophony]

Sure, something like that. Can't be stranded in this damn city indefinitely without a good source of whiskey, after all. You new?

[morns]

unfortunately.

( but at least there's one person who understands the need for good booze. speaking of; )

how's the tequila? or the beer?

[whatsamada]

[Alas, if he only knew what she what she's been through. Until then, he couldn't help but be a little worried.]

I know but it still doesn't mean you shouldn't be careful with drinking too much.

[thecacophony]

The tequila's good enough to snuff out whatever problems you've got for the night on through, and the beer? Well, it isn't the usual, cheap skunkpiss from out in the sticks.

Shit, I'm mostly just an expert on whiskey and fighting, but the bartender should know all the rest.

text un: zeppeli

[casaposa]

There aren't many options and the selections inside are subpar. You might be more disappointed in the drinks than the atmosphere.