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Beauford Tannen, sometimes bartender, striding into the bar with a smirk on his face, it was a nice July day back home what did he have to worry about while he headed for the restroom.
Five years of not having it happen dull a man's senses, he realizes as something shifts around him the moment he passes the threshold.
"...no." There's a quick check to make sure he's still HIM...which he is...face, hands, gloved, but still his so that's some relief...
Until he looks down at the himself in the costume he's been thrust into.
"...oh fuck my life." He murmurs. "Dinah is going to kill me."
Five years of not having it happen dull a man's senses, he realizes as something shifts around him the moment he passes the threshold.
"...no." There's a quick check to make sure he's still HIM...which he is...face, hands, gloved, but still his so that's some relief...
Until he looks down at the himself in the costume he's been thrust into.
"...oh fuck my life." He murmurs. "Dinah is going to kill me."