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"You won't," Tim says as he walks into the bar. "This place'll make sure I'm there for the big moment."
He rolls his eyes as he walks up to the bar. He's a bit torn. On the one hand, he seriously can't wait for all this to be over with. On the other hand, he knows that all this being over with means a whole new set of stressors and annoyances. He's not sure which he fancies less, actually.
"I don't care," he says when he gets to the Bar. "Something. Anything."
He's given a green, glowing drink. Seeing it, he laughs awkwardly. "Oh, no. You got me with that thing once before. I'm not drinking that again."
Beside the drink appears a glass of wine, which Tim hesitantly takes. "If this kills me, it's your fault."