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[tokilltherose]

Steve was happy this time when he came into the bar. Why? Well, he had his reasons, but part of it might be his wallet. That was why he found it so easy to head over to the bar and settle in. For once, he actually had the money to do something.

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[skidrowseymour]

"Yessir, Mr. Mushnik! Right away, Mr. Mushnik!"

With that, Seymour enters the bar at a light sprint, a bouquet of roses in his hands (all the fingers of his right hand have Band-Aids on them).

He stops, wavers on his feet, then collapses onto a nearby chair. One that happens to be situated near Steve. Whom he eventually notices, blinks at a few times, and then gives a shy, tentative wave to.

[tokilltherose]

"Hey, Seymour," Steve greeted. "You look... harried."

Best word he could think of. Truth was, he looked like he'd been on the pavement end of a dirtbike tire. "You doing okay? Looks like you've not had the greatest time."

[skidrowseymour]

"Hi!" There's a noticable pause. "Steve." He's forgetting so many things lately....

"We're getting a lot more business at the store." Seymour glances at his bouquet to illustrate. "I'm on my feet a lot more, lately! But it's been-- I'm fine!" He forces a broad smile because, hey, he's fine!

[tokilltherose]

((Would've helped if I'd got a notification - sorry!))

"Your fingers don't look fine. Looks like you've been close to a few too many roses - eaten much protein lately? You might need some, especially if that bled. You need a sandwich or something? Some chicken, or a burger?"