[visual | location: a Wilde bar] the streets of gold i've yet to find

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After February Jason needed several rounds of a good beer. Drinking on his own was fine, but not knowing where his own local bar was located, in his opinion, was just sad. It didn't take long for him to find what looked like a sports bar. Thankfully it looked much more like Merlotte's than Fangtasia.

When he sat down and ordered what was on draft

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Would you look at that? My favorite word is beer. Plus orange because it doesn't rhyme with anything.

[if the sitting down is on a barstool, then YES]

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Right up there with a three day weekend.

[never mind that "three day weekend" isn't actually a sentence]

To free shit. [he holds out his mug toward Angela]

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Name's Jason Stackhouse. I got sucked in by the aliens right before the big zombie thing. I'm from Louisiana.

[He is also the king of non sequiturs. The trail of conversation makes sense in his head for what it's worth.]

And you?

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[that reaction could mean a lot of things. did he have to be on his guard here too?]

She's my sister. Why?

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Oh hey, that's cool! Unless you didn't get along or nothin'. I know she can take forever in the bathroom and call dibs on the dessert but she ain't bad to live with.