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[After getting violently ejected from his own house, Asch has set up temporary shop in Good Spirits until he figures out where to go (and whether or not to try and evict Guy and get his house back). Since Guy apparently hit his head and can't even remember working there, Asch is hoping that the bar will be the last place he'll have to worry about running into Guy again. And it's not like dealing with the shop is particularly hard; all you have to do is pour drinks and listen to people's griping, and what good is a replica if he can't do that in Asch's place? ...The listening part, anyway. Floating glasses of alcohol might give people the wrong idea.

So in short, Asch will be doing two things today: shopping and carrying groceries back to the bar to stock up, or hanging out in the bar and trying not to attempt to murder his invisible companion. Stupid drecks and their attempts at impressing him. He's not really used to being around a lot of people, so he easily forgets that he's the only one who can see Luke. Thus:]

I already told you to keep your feet on the ground. You could at least pretend to be normal.

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Shut up! Stop doing that, I don't need help.

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Just be quiet already!!

[...Yeah he's a little crazy in public this week.]

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[He'll clam up for a good while, at least, though his tolerance for the alcohol isn't great. He's sort of plowing through the shots at an alarming rate. Maybe he should've picked a lighter kind of alcohol...]

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[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[..................................] Huh?

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Just what I said. [....Sip. Actually, this mix of Rem's Blessing is pretty good.]

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[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

... How many times did you have to say that before you got the hang of it?

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Just enough. [As if he's memorized something so trivial |D]

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[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[She snickers.] Don't tell me everyone has really long titles like that.

[galddigger.livejournal.com]

[It is pretty alarming. Anise watches in kind of morbid fascination for a while. Until she realizes that her margarita is all gone.]

So how strong is that stuff?

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[By then Asch is on his third, feeling slightly loose-lipped. He slides the bottle towards Anise, lifting another.] Strong. It's not bad, though. Burns your throat.

[galddigger.livejournal.com]

[She stares at it for a moment, before figuring it was worth a shot. She pours herself one, throws it back and makes a face. Give her a moment to collect herself.]

Yeah, I think I'll take the girlier drinks any day, anyway. It does kind of hit the spot though!

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Mm. [Asch swills his next drink around, considering it.] Doesn't help with anything, though. It's pointless.

[galddigger.livejournal.com]

[Anise is wishing she had something to chase it down with.]

... Do you wanna talk about it?

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Why would I? [When does he ever. Though another shot or two and he'll probably say something anyway. And help yourself, Anise, the bar's right there. Watch out for the broken glass.]

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Most people in the military do, yeah.

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[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't a normal Locrian-Colonel work instead?

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...Are you trivializing my rank?

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[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

No! I just mean that it'll be hard for most people to remember that, especially if they're looking for a specific officer.

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Hmph. Most people called me commander.

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[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

That's better, Commander.

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Don't call me that, I'm not a commander anymore.

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[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Err, sorry about that.

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[Shrug. Ted, how the hell have you managed to keep him talking for this long? Thinking back, even Asch is baffled.]

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[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[Because she's magical like that.] I guess I'll probably have to practice a little more before I can do as well as you.

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[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[THE FEELING IS MUTUAL. If you weren't such an interesting research topic, though, Dist wouldn't throw you a second glance. She sips her drink, watching the boy silently, then breaks the calm between them with a small, sharp command.]

A pencil and some paper, if you have them.

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No one owns the bar, so just come by whenever you want.

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[You and your research >:| Asch lifts a brow at her, wanting to ignore the order but not wanting to have to deal with Dist's griping, then sifts around through the cupboards before emerging and passing over a pad of paper and a pencil he'd found. Luckily the bar is reasonably stocked for little things like that.]