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Here's a face hasn't ben seen in the bar proper for a while. He's been keeping to himself. Recovering from the mental trauma of being shot. And grappling with the reality that he just might be dead on the other side of the bar door, which for the record, he can't see anymore.
Be careful what you eish for, you just might get it, he thought. He'd been quite vocal abou prefering life in the bar to life on the outside. His real life. He hated who he was out there, hated a lot of things. Things that were irrelevant in the bar. Maybe this was the final justice. Maybe he had no life outside the bar anymore.
He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Easier to bash it, when he knew it was there waiting for him. Now? He wasn't so sure.
Be careful what you eish for, you just might get it, he thought. He'd been quite vocal abou prefering life in the bar to life on the outside. His real life. He hated who he was out there, hated a lot of things. Things that were irrelevant in the bar. Maybe this was the final justice. Maybe he had no life outside the bar anymore.
He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Easier to bash it, when he knew it was there waiting for him. Now? He wasn't so sure.