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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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Grapes?

Toxic grapes, maybe.

... It is named for a sacrilegious swear. [Yes, he did basically just admit to his drink of choice being named just a step away from "oh, god, why?" Take that as you will.]

'Premium Karathos' is a curse?

[...] Karathos is a holy beast, guardian of the region it was made in.

What, you can't even say the name without some sort of taboo?

No, but it's irreverent.

Whoever named it must not have cared.

It was supposed to be funny.

[What, WHAT. This guy has a better sense of humour than him? Uncool.]

...You have a good poker face.

[That's probably a bad sign.]

I've had practice.

[That's for sure 8|]

Doesn't look like it. [He looks pretty young, plus uh. SRS FACE, WHAT.]

[Looks pretty young, and yet Asch served him anyway, huh? Tsk, tsk. But this turn of conversation is getting perilously close to HIS AGE. And he would rather talk about anything but that. Anything.]

Your advice ended poorly. [...Anything.]

[It takes Asch a moment to put two and two together, since he can't recall offering any during this conversation.]

From the last experiment?

Yes. ...Or that experiment ended poorly for everyone.

[Well this is awkward. Hello, drink. You are now the most fascinating thing in the universe.]

You offended her or something? Him, whatever. [Stupid genderbending. Why does he look so uncomfortable?]

She wasn't offended at the time. He was rather upset later.

[You're getting a look, Sigmund. What in the hell did you do?]

[Augh, what is that face for? You know what, talking to people is stupid, he's going back to his drink.]

Whatever you're thinking, it's wrong. [Except it... probably totally isn't.]

Then correct me. [Because he's suspicious that you did not actually follow his advice.]

She was upset that I didn't return her flirtations. Admiring an attractive woman is not a terrible fate. So I did. Now he is upset that I did. Nothing more. [It's a good thing he's not Pinocchio, that's for sure.]

[Asch lifts a brow - that was all, really? After that blush? He considers his options; Guy might pry, or he might just sit and listen. Or perhaps accept that at face value? ...Ahh, screw it. He'd already established that he wasn't a very good bartender, and this man was exceptional at keeping his expressions unreadable.]

Tell him to get over it. Compliments aren't worth much in the end.

I'm leaving him be. [Because wasn't it just established that Asch gives terrible, problem causing advice? Ah, well. Points for effort.]

...Is there another bottle?

[The advice wouldn't be so terrible if you had boundaries. Or followed through with things after the fact. But whatever, it's your awkward housing situation, buddy.]

I didn't see any. But they tend to reappear when one's finished, so don't be surprised if it shows up again.

[Damn.]

I'd hoped to take one with me.

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