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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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[Asch pauses in his feud with Luke as they both notice Anise walking in, and just. Sort of stare at her for a long moment. ...Huh.

And then Luke comments on it and Asch smacks him - the air - and turns to face her, lifting a brow. What do you want?]

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[Anise is looking around the bar a little bit, before turning to Asch completely.]

Guy's still acting weird, huh? Geez, he's the only one who mixes my drinks right.

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[Asch grits his teeth at the mention of Guy, reaching back and grabbing the broom he'd been using to sweep glass from the floor. Seems Anise caught him at a bad time.]

I don't want to talk about him.

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[Oh. Well, she was talking to him like, that morning and he was in a weird mood, so she understands.]

Whatever. [shrug.] So are you affected by this experiment thing going on too, or what?

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[Asch shrugs, shooing Luke out of the way again as he sweeps the glass off to the side so it won't be stepped in.]

How is anyone supposed to know if they are or not? Everyone I talk to remembers things differently.

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Right, right... [props her elbows up on the counter and rests her chin in her hands.] Sooo I'm guessing you remember me as a tiny kid, too?

[And also raising an eyebrow at that shooing thing. But she figures it best not to ask yet.]

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[Asch nods, setting aside the broom and fishing around for a screwdriver to remove the broken door.] You're supposed to be ten or something. [He never paid much attention to her unless he had to.]

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Huh. Most people say I'm like, fourteen. [She shrugs.]

Well anyway, since I'm here and older than any of you remember... What kinda drinks can you make?

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[Fourteen, ten, close enough :|] There's too many to list. Just pick one.

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[No it's not, you jerk. :(]

A margarita, then~! ♥

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[Asch wordlessly turns and mixes one up for her, sliding it over. Despite the social aspect of it, it's actually very soothing - and satisfying - to work with his hands like this. No wonder other people have worked here.]

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[Well, this is a surprise. She didn't think he could do it. But she takes a sip, and is pleased to find that it's actually pretty good.]

Ah, thanks. Think I needed that.

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[Damn right it's good. Asch had a good teacher. ...Even if he doesn't know it.]

I didn't expect you to be a drinker.

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Oh, I'm not! Or at least, not often~ But I guess that's the Colonel's influence on me, maybe. And I think these past few days warrant a drink or two, you know? It's been pretty crazy.

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...Mm. [Asch can't deny that. He's felt the urge to get ridiculously drunk and forget all of this bullshit. Stupid Malnosso, screwing with his reality.

...You know what, screw it. He's getting himself some shots.]

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[Oh, shots! Anise watches with mild interest.]

Normally I'd say that isn't good for you, but... [She ponders.] Maybe I'll join you for a shot or two, later~ If you're up to sharing those, of course.

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I don't really care. [He's already considering abandoning the bar to indulge himself; he's endured the demands of other patrons all day, but after Guy's theatrics he'd lost the incentive to bother. At least Luke's finally quiet.

...Though his offer to host drinks himself isn't exactly wise, either.]

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I'll take that as a yes, then!

[She sips her margarita quietly for a bit, eying him curiously. He made it clear earlier that he didn't want to talk about it, but maybe the alcohol would loosen his tongue a little. She'd wait and see.]

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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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[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.

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[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.

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[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.]