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-She jams her sword into the earth and tosses herself at Eires, locking lips-
Market
-Hannah lowers her back down to the ground, with a buzz of her wings, checking her over once they've landed-
-She seems pretty fussy-
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Don't have one, and I sleep beneath a picnic table that I cover with a tarpaulin for a makeshift tent.
Gunpowder Rums & Ciders
-Ches leads the way in, and-
-this place isn't really a bar, and more seems like a brewery-
-albeit, an underground basement brewery-
-they even have moonshine-
-the guy at the counter looks rather plain, even refined, as he polishes a pint glass- Good Evening. If you want to test the taste of any of them, please ask.
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Eires finally reformed into human shape to execute the last Stormvermin straggler with a point-blank .357 round to the back of the head, and...oh, wow.
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(Snuggles up to her as well as he can in his weakened state.)
mm... zzz... zzzzz... zzzz...
…
(Franz just... quietly, uncomfortably looks on at the weirdo who wormed her way into his life just now.)
—FOR ONLY SIX EASY PAYMENTS OF $19.95! BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE! CALL WITHIN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES—
...Mm... I do not believe so... do you have any paperwork I can file for you...?
(he looks... out of it... and desperate... And maybe a little bruised from the landing.)
(Manages [ACTUALLY IRL] to kick away a skaven as it tries to get her, booting it into the path of a Stormcast.)
(then cups her hands to her mouth and hollers)
GAYYYYYYYYYY!
...good.
(she smiles a little v-shaped smile as she peeks from the bushes. Her bountiful red locks are now all braided up and elegant.)
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I don't need to ask if you're homeless too, do I?
-he gets off of the wall- Ahh, sheesh you're right anyways.
I'm hungry as it is.
Gunpowder Rum & Ciders
-Ches is just browsing as well-
You're free to buy, miss. Age restriction's 18 after all.
-the speciality drink of this establishment appears to be a rum called a "Red Winter"-
And might I say, that there are some drinks here that you'll find nowhere else in the city.
Such as well- the rum that I make myself, the Red Winter brew.
It's strong stuff, and best served cold.
Xenos's Penthouse Apartment
I never asked any deity to make bureaucrats rain from the sky.
Now if there's nothing broken- -he gives a light kick to his side- Get up, and get off my roof.
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I... did not know we had bookings on there yet. Huh! Musta' slipped by me. Hmmm... lemme just.
-TAPTAPTAP and a few confused but quickly fixed looks later- Ooooooookay! Everything shooooould be all good to go! Sorry about that.
-she rummages through the drawer to her side once again, pulling out a room card and slamming it right on the counter- There you are!
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.