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[no_justice]

Death sits at the end of the bar, nursing a long drink and surveying the room.

He is, as always, watching the mortals with an intent to learn.

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[highheelterror]

Gail is approaching the Bar, intending to get some dinner and maybe a movie for the night.

In her time in Sin City, she's seen a lot of weird stuff. But nothing prepares her for seeing Death at the Bar.

[no_justice]

Death gives her a grin. It's his friendliest grin.

Of course, Death doesn't have that many expressions to choose from, not having a face to speak of.

Good evening

[highheelterror]

Gail makes a small noise, equivalent to a squeak.

"Hi."

[no_justice]

Apparently ignorant of her discomfort, he raises his glass in a greeting.

Nice day for it.