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[harpbeat]

[It's night. Eater, dressed in his usual, looks distinctly annoyed.]

Alcohol. I want to get some and I want to drink some in the company of people who will not use any feminine words for me like 'babe', ask me what I'm doing in a place like this, or express a desire for me to flash my tits.

I mean, it's not like I don't flash my tits sometimes - a guy who is given breasts should take advantage and I have to say they're pretty nice - I just don't want it to be a required part of my getting wasted experience.

The bar with the creepy bartender is not an option.

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[harpbeat]

Don't mind if I do.

[Enter! Plop on couch!]

[action]

[hellburner]

[There is a bottle of rum being tossed in your general direction. What now.]

[action]

[harpbeat]

[Catch it like a pro! And pull out the cork and take a swig.]

[action]

[hellburner]

[Awwww yes.]

...So who're you again?

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[harpbeat]

Eater. Who're you?

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[hellburner]

Rider. Or Drake, whatever. I don't really care what people call me.

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[harpbeat]

Nice to meet you, Rider. Thanks for the bottle.

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[hellburner]

No problem. I was getting bored enough to want some company anyway.

[action]

[harpbeat]

There's not a lot to do here at night...