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[There's a bit of a radio silence before he starts up, somewhat hesitant but trying to emulate a certain someone's social confidence.]

This can't be that hard, he does it every time.

To all the New Feathers- I'm Asch, and right now I'm helping to run the bar, Good Spirits. The usual bartender is out of commission for a while, but if there's anything you need, I'll do what I can. If there's anyone with... special needs as far as drinks go, chances are it's probably here. Meryl works here too, and she's been in Luceti longer than I have, so you can ask her questions as well.

...And to everyone else as well, I've decided that the bar's going to run a contest. A while ago I mixed a drink at random, but I haven't named it yet. I'm not very good at that sort of thing, so I need someone to name it for me. Come to Good Spirits any time this week and I'll mix it for you, and if you think of a name for it, you can try for the contest. I don't know what the prize will be, but I can figure that out later. [He's clearly awesome at running contests.] The drink is alcohol, though, so I don't want any kids showing up.

[Once again, Asch is at the bar, taking care of business. Look, he's even dressed as a bartender, d'awww. Feel free to drop in or just harass him via the journal.]

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[Considering how long he's lived with Guy, it's a wonder he ever argues anymore.]

...Well, what do you want? I'm not a mindreader.

You're going to make a blind man pick his own drink? You can't even make any suggestions?

You're not blind, and you know all the drinks better than I do. You must have a preference. Besides, a bartender's job is to serve what the customer wants, isn't it?

You have to be able to make suggestions for indecisive customers, and for newcomers. You can't rely on your customer knowing exactly what they want, how they want it and when they want it.

That being said, I want a mojito.

I just asked what you wanted, you never gave me any indication that you were indecisive. If you'd asked properly for suggestions, I'd have made a few.

[Obviously someone is in a good mood. He does start mixing the drink, though.]

[Guy just sits silently for a while as he mixes it, then-] You forgot the lime.

What? Oh, right. [Adding it i-]

[WHAT.]

Y-you can see!

[LOL]

[SEETHE.]

You bastard, how long have you been fine!?

Oh come on, Asch, aren't you enjoying yourself? Edging out of your comfort zone like this?

That's not the point! I was worried about you!

Well, to be fair my eyesight's still a little blurry. But you knew it was coming back, there wasn't any need to worry about me.

[SILENCE. Watch as he glowers in frustrated rage.]

Oh Asch, come on; don't be angry. Look, I'm sorry I worried you, all right? That wasn't my intention.

Maybe I'll just demand that you make it up to me now. [Sliding the drink over now. HAVE YOUR DAMN LIME, YOU LYING BOYFRIEND, YOU.]

And how should I go about doing that? [Guy fiddles with the glass.]

I'm sure you'll think of something eventually. Until then you'll just have to live with my bitter disdain. [Don't smile, don't smile, don't smile, he'll catch on.]