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freereport_comLocation: One of the local bars.
Rating: I'm sure there's going to be language~
Time: August | 12. Pretty damn late.
Description: Having a friendly drink with Soul Campaign's charming asshole.
Zack still had his device out and was tossing it back and forth between his hands as he sat at the table waiting for Squalo to arrive. He had sent a text message out to the man a little while ago, informing him of the fact he was now free, but seeing as Zack was pleasantly buzzed by this time of the night, the text went something like this:
"I"mmmmm redyd for my next oone, bayrtendr :)))))"
Okay, so maybe there was a reason Zack had to turn in "handwritten" reports back home and no one ever let him type at the computer, but the alcohol certainly wasn't helping his typing skills any. Either way, the woes of the day were for the moment tucked completely away behind the veil of pleasant numbness and Zack was contentedly watching the flow of the gases in the neon signs surrounding him while he waited for his drinking buddy to arrive.