[Since the invention of the ficstyle OOM, there have been five ficstyle OOMs that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind, in a way. The End.]
Inigo missed out on the whole amnesia thing, and really, the multiverse is probably just as well off for not having had an Inigo Montoya who couldn't remember his name in it.
So as he makes his way into the bar tonight, he's cheerful. A bit bored, perhaps, but he knows better than to hope for too much excitement in this place.
[OOM:(Phase One: Get plastered. Have friend take care of you.) Phase Two: Sleep it off. Have nightmares all night, day, and night. ]There is coping
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Inigo's been absent from the bar for a while, but the satisfied expression on his face as he comes in would seem to indicate that his time away has been well-spent, and the small clinking pouch he sets on the bar corroborates this by lowering his tab significantly
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