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[bitter_mercy]

*He is lying on his back on a table, head tilted back over the edge, longish hair falling upwards. There are circles of shadows under his eyes. He manages to still look like a fairly composed, if a little eccentric, Victorian banker.*

Killing minions just doesn't do it tonight.

Killing dogs didn't work either.

*sigh*

What are some good booze recipes?