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I'm looking for an experienced weapon-based fighter who's not afraid to risk their life in a spar. I prefer swordsmen, but what I need right now is someone who can attack from a distance, dodge effectively, and defend themselves.

I won't lie and say it isn't dangerous. Don't offer if you're afraid of getting hurt.

...That's it.


[Go go awkward! And since Asch is just itching to get out of the house - awkward home situation is awkward - he'll be spending most of the afternoon/evening in the bar, practicing his drink mixes and trying to get a better feel for bartending. He's feeling just as socially clumsy as ever but a recent confidence boosting has him sort of... cheerful. Well, his version of cheerful, which is more or less just >:| with less > but hey. Baby steps. He's up for bothering and might actually be decently talkative. ....Just don't hold your breath.]

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[As much as Sigmund would like to take people up on the offer of mutual face-breaking, that's just not in the stars for today. Instead, he is wandering into the bar this evening, hiding from his housemates making an effort to be vaguely sociable.

Hey there, Asch. At least he doesn't expect you to be chatty. In fact, he is going to sit at the bar counter, and politely wait for attention, not an expectant scowl in sight.]

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[Asch already has too many offers to handle in one day so he's fine with no fighting :|;; It's not a particularly busy night, so within a few minutes Asch heads over to greet Sigmund. ...Well, sort of. He's not big on happy welcomes, but he doesn't expect Sigmund to require it, anyway.]

I assume you're here for a drink.

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[No, Asch, he's here for the charming conversation. Or, yes, a particular drink, if you must. Although he's not entirely sure how well trying to order it will go, what with this bartender-from-another-world thing and all.]

Show me the brandy.

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[Hmm. Asch glances at his supply, then lifts up a pair of fairly nondescript bottles.]

If there's a specific type you want from your world, we keep the specialty drinks in the back. It's better if you just tell me what it's called.

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[That's a pretty sad supply he's got there.]

Premium Karathos. [It'll be the one that makes his nose burn when he opens it.]

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[They don't bring out the big bottles unless someone's on a binge drinking session.

Once he has the name, though, Asch nods and heads into the supply room, disappearing for a few moments before emerging with a dusty-looking bottle, setting it down on the counter and getting a glass.]

Mixed or as is?

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[Karathos indeed. Wipe that bottle off before you serve someone from it, man.]

Neat. In a snifter.

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[Too lazy. Asch twists free the cork - it takes some effort, it's clearly been there for a while - and is about to pour it when he gets a whiff of-

HOLY LORELEI THAT IS STRONG]

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[pffffft, that face. This is Sigmund, trying not to smile.]

Problem?

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[He's not going to cough, he's not going to cough, he's not- okay, maybe a little cough. That one was about as strong as Efreet's Inferno.]

It's fine. [He pours the glass and slides it over to Sigmund, trying not to look like he's avoiding having to smell it.] You must've had it before to start with a drink this strong.

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[Sipping it like it's nothing at all.]

It's quite sought-after, in my world.

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[Whoa, that is some drinker there. Asch eyes the bottle dubiously for a moment, then gets a shot glass and pours himself a mouthful.

...And then promptly regrets trying it.]

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[ahahahaha... oops. Maybe he should apologize for not warning him?]

...Most people drink it with berry juice.

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[At least he doesn't waste it by spitting it out. Still, Asch re-corks the bottle and slides it off to the side. He doesn't really drink on the job anyway.]

So why don't you?

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That masks the subtleties of the flavor.

[Yes, he is implying that there are subtleties past AUGH AUGH MY TONGUE IS ON FIRE.]

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[Yeah that's... wait, what.]

There are subtleties?

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Of course there are. All good drinks have them.

[To prove his point, he takes another sip. His eyes aren't melting out of his head or anything.]

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Hm. I don't focus on it. [Then again he never gives his alcohol much thought; never has, probably never will.]

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[Sigh. Children. What's the point of drinking something if you aren't going to properly enjoy it?]

You'd be a better bartender if you gave it some thought.

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[Twitch.]

And what makes you such an expert?

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[Centuries of experience that he is not talking about, alas.]

I didn't claim to be. It was simply a suggestion.

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[Asch, you are not utilizing proper listening skills. Now think: what would Guy do?

...Guy would probably laugh it off. Damn, that's out.]

...I'll consider it. I'm still new at this.

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Someone might ask you for advice about what to order.

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I have a few suggestions I could make. I'm just not that experienced yet.

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You will learn with practice. [a pause, and a sip] Don't suggest this. I want it to myself.