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[So here's our boy, happy as a pig in shit. Most guys with a smile this wide are either lying on the other side of the Prom Queen's bed fumbling for a cigarette, or discovering payroll accidentally doubled their earnings.]
[Are either the case here? Nope.]
Y'know, say what you want about all the crap that's been goin' on the past few days.
All I know is I've got no complaints.
[The Forge is propped up between two napkin holders at Duncan's Pub. Within focus, (besides our Turk here) a small parade of shot glasses dance conga-style along the bar, their contents spilling out a tad, but who the hell cares? Nothing you can't salvage with a straw and a sense of dignity that's currently MIA.]
[Best. Night. Ever.]
[He grins into the Forge, plucking one of the glasses up and tipping it toward the screen.]
Cheers, shitheads.
[Are either the case here? Nope.]
Y'know, say what you want about all the crap that's been goin' on the past few days.
All I know is I've got no complaints.
[The Forge is propped up between two napkin holders at Duncan's Pub. Within focus, (besides our Turk here) a small parade of shot glasses dance conga-style along the bar, their contents spilling out a tad, but who the hell cares? Nothing you can't salvage with a straw and a sense of dignity that's currently MIA.]
[Best. Night. Ever.]
[He grins into the Forge, plucking one of the glasses up and tipping it toward the screen.]
Cheers, shitheads.