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[markedcard]

There's a Chaosian in the bar tonight, hiding in a corner booth with a bunch of newspapers, a cigarette and what looks like a bottle of whiskey. Could be he's asleep behind the paper, or just watching the world go by.

There's only one way to find out.

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[mycursedface]

And that way is to steal his whiskey.

Or at least, lean over and reach for it.

[markedcard]

Yes, it is.

"I hope you at least brought a glass, Beautiful."

[mycursedface]

"I was distracted."

[markedcard]

"By?" He's all ears.

[will_scarlett]

That bottle of whiskey looks rather nice and Will makes his way over with fresh chips as a bribe,

"Eve, Merlin."

There's some stiffness in how he moves from the broken and fixed rib he has.

[markedcard]

"Evening, Will."

Merlin will gladly share his whiskey for some fries. Just ignore the hard look at the outlaw's stilted movements.

"What happened?"

[will_scarlett]

"Broke a rib was all, naught too bad, all fixed up now."

He's glad to sit down and share things.

[markedcard]

"And how did you break it?" Because, yanno, Merlin isn't afraid to go out and inflict pain on the people that hurt his friends.

Just saying.