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[tobeclosetohim]

Strike One.

The Bar is a disaster area. Bottles fallen everywhere.
Broken. In pieces. Wait rats still working everywhere.

Strike Two.

There is a green glow hologram floating over her bar.
No. Not kidding. A green glow hologram over her bar.

Strike Three."What do you mean we only have these ingredients? We stock several universes

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[theunsmiling]

"Will cleaning up all parts of the bar nab a person half-off more than one drink?"

The skinny woman seated at the bar has her chin propped up in one hand, jade green gaze flicking between the specials board, tonight's bartender, and the mess that's been made of the local environment.

It's a skill.

[theunsmiling]

"I'd almost think that would be infinitely easier."

One corner of her mouth quirks.

"At least then I'd be able to put them down for naps."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo laughed. "If only, right?"