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[redheadedkiller]

*He thought he was walking into something else, given the number of people that come through here. After all, he needs a hard drink after this case. It has definitely taken its toll on him, leaving him with no sleep and a very bitter attitude. Horatio steps inside, and, well... he sounds less than pleased right now as he looks around.*

This... is

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[go_onemoreround]

No, but it serves approximately the same purpose if you want it to.

[redheadedkiller]

*He turns around, glancing in the direction of the voice.*

In that case... I'm going to go find some vodka.

[go_onemoreround]

Don't do things by halves, do you? It's probably fastest to just ask. The Room, I mean.

[redheadedkiller]

Maybe so.

...you wouldn't happen to have any, would you?

[campjesus]

But it is a bar. Sort of.

[redheadedkiller]

Sort of. *Have a skeptical Horatio with his sunglasses.*

How can it be sort of a bar?