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[slay]

So we can, what, get trashed somewhere ELSE in the city of ever bashful night?

[bigbad]

It was just a thought.

[slay]

Go if you want. I'm not gonna stop you.

[bigbad]

But you won't come?

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[slays]

It's not that I don't want to. It's just with the you and the me and the booze and the everlastnight night and demons that I'm not sure it's such a good idea.

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[bigbad]

Up to you. I just thought it'd be fun.

[bigbad]

I'll see if I can bring you back something girly.

[slay]

Thanks for the consideration.

[bigbad]

The music here is crap. You'd love it.

[slay]

Shut up. I have excellent taste in music. Just because I don't listen to the dulcet tones of old dead guys ...

[bigbad]

Those old dead guys didn't get record deals because of their ability to dance.

[slay]

Right. Instead, they were chosen for their ability to shoot up, do their hair, and sound like smokers screaming.

[bigbad]

That's called originality. Something your boys are sadly lacking.

[slay]

They all dress out of the same wardrobe and play the same melodies, how is that originality?

[bigbad]

Not the posers who came after. The ones who did it first. Then some just did it better.

[slay]

Yawn. History lesson over yet?

[bigbad]

Fine, fine, mission accomplished anyway.

[slay]

I'll cue the fanfare.

[bigbad]

I brought you a present.

[slay]

Is it paint thinner?

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[bigbad]

Cranberry juice that you can mix my paint thinner in.

[bigbad]

If you ask nicely.

[slay]

If it were that tempting, don't you think I would have just gone with you?

[bigbad]

Maybe you just didn't want to bother with the bar raiding part.

[slay]

Why are you so eager for me to throw up on your shoes? Again?