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[paterelohim]

[The video opens to Chuck looking... bizarrely cheerful, actually. Well- this'll be bizarre to anybody living at the barracks, since it's a large contrast to the antisocial little berk he usually is, but he's looking hale and hearty and, judging by the redness of his face, fairly inebriated

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[notalighieri]

[Here Chuck, have a loud CRASH as Dante kicks the bar doors open--or, what's left of them anyway. He spreads his arms wide in dramatic entrance and greeting]

Chuck, my man! Turning barkeep are you, dude? Sign my up for some!

[He laughs and swaggers up to the bar~]

yesssss

[paterelohim]

[Jumps in surprise and falls off the bar in a small explosion of dust. Oops. It's okay, though, he'll be fine. He pops back up to his feet in a moment, looking like he's trying very hard to convince you it was intentional.]

Belly up, kid. What d'you want? I got all kinds of everything. [He gestures at the shelves behind him, stocked with the panorama of different bottles all filled with the exact same stuff.] Top-shelf, aged in stainless steel flasks for over five minutes.

[notalighieri]

[Dante just grins and takes a seat at the bar]

O~oh! sounds fancy. I'll have one of those, then.

[paterelohim]

[Chuck pulls a newly clean glass from under the bar and fills it from one of the bottles, before pouring himself two fingers of same. He slides Dante's glass over to him and indicates his own.]

Bartender's privilege right here.

[notalighieri]

[Dante just laughs, grabs his glass and raises it.]

O'course, dude. Cheers!

[He swigs the glass back and drowns it; slamming it back down on the counter.]

AAh~ Good stuff man. So... opening a bar huh, got any other plans?

[paterelohim]

Yeah, lots of plans. Like sitting on my ass, sitting on my butt, and sitting on my tuches.

[He half-smiles at that; his grandmother would be proud to hear the Yiddish.]

[notalighieri]

[AT that, Dante laughs and shoves his empty glass at Chuck; refill!]

Yeah? Dude, you need to get out more! Live a little.

[paterelohim]

[Refill!]

Uh, I'll live a little when I get home. What about this place makes you want to have adventures in it?

[notalighieri]

[Dante just snorts but takes the glass]

There's never an excuse to not live a little, dude! Not that I plan to, I got important shit to do back home; but we might all die tomorrow, and boy wouldn't I be pissed with myself if I hadn't lived.

[paterelohim]

I get the whole Braveheart "not every man truly lives" thing, honest, but- I mean. Come on. In a place like this, having an interesting day usually means getting mind-raped or chewed on by something.

[notalighieri]

[He laughs at that] Mind-raped huh? Haven't tried that yet. Well... guess startin' a bar is one way to do something. Need help with anything, bro?

[paterelohim]

According to everyone, this forest serves up mind rape for breakfast. [Belch.] Do you have any tools? Or, like, know where we could get some?

[notalighieri]

Oh yeah, that. Can't say I've gotten any real servings of it yet tho'. Or maybe I'm jus' used to it hah! [Refill!] I've got tools dude, but probably not what you're looking for. Have you checked the old smithy? Other than that, I'm out of ideas. But f you need some help carryin', cutting or demolishing; I'm your man.

[paterelohim]

[Very small refill, because forcing patrons to pace themselves is the barkeep's prerogative.]

Hmmm. I haven't actually checked it out, I mean- not for real, but that's a good idea. I guess I can't ask Fred and George to do everything for me. [Snort.]

[notalighieri]

[We'll let the small refill slide for now and he knocks back the liquor;; aah sweet burn] I sharpened up somethin' to use for a knife from there, but there's a lot of junk left to find that might be useful. Hah! WHy not, dude? If they can make limitless liquor bottles a frekain' hammer ought to be child play. Anyway.. what are you lookin' for exactly?

[paterelohim]

They can't really make... new stuff. I've seen them duplicate stuff that's already here, but I think being here is messing with what they can do. [Shrug.]

....Fuck, I don't know. I failed shop. I just know that- I mean, look at this place! It needs fixing up.