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[aleister_author]

Know who hasn't had an EP in a long time?

So. Horror author, at Bar, staring at government forms in mild terror.

He only wanted nachos.

OOC: Open while it's on the front, or until it's Monday! Whichever comes last.
Tiny Tag: Tyler Darrow

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[7twistedwishes]

Well mow he has a Devil sitting on the counter near him. "Hello, dear... how are you?"

Hmm, she is carrying a small briefcase.

[aleister_author]

Tyler peers at Scarlet.

"I've been better. How've you been?"

Small talk. He has it.

[7twistedwishes]

"Actually, I am very, very well, my dear." She offers the suitcase to him. "Your books are selling very well and making people very happy."

[aleister_author]

Tyler takes it. Carefully.

"That's good. Right?"

[piesordeath]

"... bad news?" asks the man sitting atop a stool next to him. He has a cup of coffee before him, and a golden retriever snoozing at his feet.

[aleister_author]

"Tax time," says Tyler with a quiet dread.

"Any idea if I can claim the drinks here as research?"

[piesordeath]

"I'm not sure," he says, raising an eyebrow with a shrug. "But I know how you feel about tax time."

[aleister_author]

"I'm a horror writer," says Tyler, "I don't think I'll ever match the dread a government form causes."

He offers a hand to the other man.

"Tyler Darrow, New York, 1997."