[Event]

[memoryistime]

*So yeah, Shian's definitely been slumping in Flamvell Bar and Grill. Especially moreso, now, it feels. His expression is incredibly sour, though he looks... kinda out of it, too

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[greyerthanabyss]

::Sneaking a look at those pamphlets, over your shoulder. Hrrnnn.::

[greyerthanabyss]

... Uh, care to clarify any of that?

[memoryistime]

Not really.

I don't seriously expect you to do anything.

[greyerthanabyss]

K. ::Grabs you by the collar.::

[memoryistime]

*forcefully jerks himself away*

Oi, at least let me gather my things if you're going to kick me out.

[greyerthanabyss]

::Hmphs.:: Do it quick. The manager's lady friend has pretty much said if ya ain't gonna shape up, I'm to ship you out.

[memoryistime]

*makes a cheing sound, putting his things into his bag*

Fine, didn't know minding my own business was such a crime, now. I'll buzz off.

[greyerthanabyss]

Come back when you're not a lout. ::Waves hand goodbye.::

[memoryistime]

Che. Guess I won't be coming back then.

*he essentially stomps out, leaving his half-finished drink. Moody much.*

[greyerthanabyss]

::Quite. Goes to clean up.::