BARTENDER - FORGE

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RULES/INFO/RECIPE BOOK | FAMILY ROOMS/DRINK ORDER ZONES | TURN-IN

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[throughbamboo]

[takes it and, without hesitation, eats it.

. . .

Well. That sure is a vision. After a few good moments, just:]

Fuck.

[holesomelanguage]

That's how it all happened. 'Least I know now.

[throughbamboo]

[he opens his mouth to ask something, then pauses, reconsidering]

Do ya regret it at all?

[holesomelanguage]

Not a drop.

... But it does make me aware that I gotta be prepared fer when I change all the way.

[throughbamboo]

You keep us updated so we can be prepared with ya, all right?

[holesomelanguage]

'Course.

[throughbamboo]

Good.

Y'want a serious one in return?

[holesomelanguage]

Ya don't gotta feel like ya gotta. Only if ya wanna.

[throughbamboo]

I wanna.

[offering him a fruit cube]

[holesomelanguage]

... Fuckin' hell, Ore.

[throughbamboo]

[just a soft grunt of agreement]

Explainin' everythin' that happened just makes it worse.

But my bro - he knew what was gonna happen. I didn't find out 'til a couple of weeks ago, but he saved her.

[holesomelanguage]

Saved her-?

[throughbamboo]

Mhm. She's alive.

[holesomelanguage]

Holy fork, I'm damn glad fer ya.

[throughbamboo]

[a brief smile]

First thing I'm doin' once we leave here an' get settled is hug the hell outta her.

[holesomelanguage]

Now that sounds like a good way ta go back.