[Someone is using the bar to not emo! How about that. No, Aniki is locating drinks that look familiar, singing to herself while she lines the bottles up on the counter.]
So long the merry sailor, he left his mot to me, and when he tries to find her gods all know where she'll be.
[She is drunk. Very drunk. And happy. Because it's a party! It was a
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