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suitably_heroic) wrote2016-07-08 03:58 pm
suitably_heroic) wrote2016-07-08 03:58 pm
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A Bar in Baltimore, Friday Evening
Right, Mical still wasn't answering Atton's calls, and frankly, he was happy with that. Atton had no classes set for the coming semester. Sparkle was getting better, and would probably be better off without a constant reminder of what happened anyway.
And Atton... needed a vacation. Bad. Just a chance to hang around the cantinas and pazaak dens that had given birth to Atton Rand to begin with. So... he was kicking this off with a nice, Atton-y lie: no, he wasn't going home immediately. He was parking the Ebon Hawk in a junk yard near Baltimore for a day and living it up in here.
"One more whiskey, please!"
... okay, so it'd been a long time since he'd actually gotten this drunk. He tended to play pretend, to keep a cool head. But that wasn't the point of the next month and a half, so: bottom's up. You go spin, bar.
[[ for a terrible life choice. ]]
And Atton... needed a vacation. Bad. Just a chance to hang around the cantinas and pazaak dens that had given birth to Atton Rand to begin with. So... he was kicking this off with a nice, Atton-y lie: no, he wasn't going home immediately. He was parking the Ebon Hawk in a junk yard near Baltimore for a day and living it up in here.
"One more whiskey, please!"
... okay, so it'd been a long time since he'd actually gotten this drunk. He tended to play pretend, to keep a cool head. But that wasn't the point of the next month and a half, so: bottom's up. You go spin, bar.
[[ for a terrible life choice. ]]
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"I'll just go with more whiskey," Atton proclaimed. "Mm. All the whiskey." And while Linda was looking at John and the waitress and not his drunk ass, he'd give a little wave and Force nudge that nice card over there just... over here.