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[monsieur_miller]

How come I'm not getting any love letters? I'm starting to feel a little left out. A box of chocolates would work too, as long as they're the ones filled with liquor.

Speaking of liquor... Hey, Ivan. I am risking my life saying this after Thunderbolt's reared his ugly head again but You want to check out that Oktoberfest thing going on tomorrow

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[temptedthesnake]

Ew, Raikov.

Oktoberfest? Really? Where are they holding it?

[monsieur_miller]

[temptedthesnake]

Interesting.

Thanks for the offer. But, frankly, I don't even know your name.

[monsieur_miller]

Let's fix that little problem right now. You can call me Kaz.

[temptedthesnake]

Alright, Kaz. I'm EVA.

[monsieur_miller]

[EVA? That sounds. Familiar. Plan: Get her wasted and then pry about whether or not she is the same EVA who sent that one package. And then bang her.]

A pleasure to meet you, EVA.

[temptedthesnake]

private//unhackable;

[majorcrotchgrab]

Be careful around her.