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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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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.]