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[huntersdaughter]

Who: Jo Harvelle Max Guevara, Alaric Saltzman -- and SOMEONE?
Where: Corner booth at the Lux.
When: Late, a bit before/after closing. Mostly after this conversation with Sam.
What: Drinking. Lots of drinking and feeling like shit.
Note: ANYONE is welcome. PROSE or [SPAM] is a-okay with me

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[huntersdaughter]

[Jo was fidgeting with the bottle when Alaric came over. It wasn't as if she wanted to be a depressing sad-sack of an alcoholic, but at the moment she wasn't sure if her other coping methods would actually help. Taking a slow breath, she went to gesture to the open seat, but then realized she only had the one glass in front of herself.]

If you want a drink, you'll have to fetch a glass first - but you're welcome to join me. I'll be less of an alcoholic if I don't drink alone.

[huntersdaughter]

[She took in a deep breath, sighing as she exhaled it through her nose.]

No, I guess it'd eat away at my profits and stock pretty quick. [At his offer for food, she smiled a bit.]

A mean sandwich? What if I wanted a friendly one?

[huntersdaughter]

That sounds perfect, Alaric. A happy peanut butter and jelly sandwich.