[Suddenly, the urge to knock Silco's drink out of his hand again rises...]
Hold on, you're turning me into the town drunk. That's not what I said.
[Can a man not make jokes in this economy, Maker preserve him. He feels only somewhat insulted by the implication, but mostly in the way that lets him make an affronted face and wave his hands in mediocre self-defense. Oh, no, the former proprietor of a bar is judging him, truly the grandest authority he's ever come across...
Still, he can commit at least partially to the bit.]
I doubt I'll be back here for a while— far too fancy for me, I swear every three steps I feel like I'm about to knock into someone's handbag that cost more than my life— but I'll keep you updated. If I can remember from under all those glasses.
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Hold on, you're turning me into the town drunk. That's not what I said.
[Can a man not make jokes in this economy, Maker preserve him. He feels only somewhat insulted by the implication, but mostly in the way that lets him make an affronted face and wave his hands in mediocre self-defense. Oh, no, the former proprietor of a bar is judging him, truly the grandest authority he's ever come across...
Still, he can commit at least partially to the bit.]
I doubt I'll be back here for a while— far too fancy for me, I swear every three steps I feel like I'm about to knock into someone's handbag that cost more than my life— but I'll keep you updated. If I can remember from under all those glasses.