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Austin Lia King Austin raised an eyebrow. "It's whiskey, one word." He said in amusement. He turned, grabbing a glass and a bottle of whiskey, he flipped it around his fingers before pouring the amber liquid into the glass and sliding it to the man. "There ya go." Austin said, setting the whiskey bottle down and sliding down the bar, using his fake charm to talk with people and socialize. He was good at faking by now... He did a shit ton of it after all. |
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Raphael - Angel - I frowned and leaned forward, picking up the drink and bringing it to my face. I sniffed the amber liquid and shrugged, its just a human drink. Nothing I couldn't handle. I sipped on the edge of the glass, slowly swallowing down the liquid. As it went down, a burn of internal heat blazed against my throat, making me cough.
"What is this stuff?!"
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Austin Lia King Austin glanced at him and raised an eyebrow, scooting over. "Guess you can't handle your alcohol well. Wanna try one of the mixed drinks? Maybe a mocktail?" He asked, sliding him a menu from his apron. |
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Raphael - Angel - I looked down at the glass then back up at the man, "oh, I uh, I think I am done with the human drinks" I said, I shuffled and twisted one of my braids in between my fingers, "any food on the menu?" |
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Austin Lia King "Sorta... It's all on the menu." He said, glancing to his coworker, Becca, and moving over to her. They talked for a look before Austin made his way back over to the man who obviously can't hold their liquor. "So, why're you here?" He asked. Bartenders were supposed to be social and ask. So this wasn't weird. Hopefully. |
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Raphael - Angel - I looked down at the menu and smiled, embarrassment covering my cheeks with a dark hue. My eyes scrolled through out the food section, perhaps some Nachos would do, sounded safe.
I looked up, my eyes slamming into the humans, "oh, as in on earths crust or in this place? Or the city?" I said, my eyebrows raised. "Oh, some Nachos please" I mumbled, my voice somewhat strained.
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Austin Lia King Austin raised an eyebrow. "Ah, you're one of those types of people." He hummed, turning to tell Becca what the male wanted, who passed the message down for the chef. Austin turned back to theman. "I meant here, at this bar. Can you see all these drunk, sad, men around us? They all came here for some reason. So why you? Fun, break-up, argument?" He listed, mixing a cocktail for a female who recently approached. |
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Raphael - Angel - "What type of people?" I said, clearly confused. "Oh, um... not fun, and not a break-up, more of a argument but I didn't argue? I just needed a breather" I said, tilting my head, why am I here? And most definitely, why did that man point me here? I wasn't a sad man...
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Austin Lia King Austin raised an eyebrow. "Wow. You have a not depressed reason for being here. Not surprised honestly." He hummed. A splitting headache began ringing in the back of his head and he tensed. "... one sec." Austin murmured, turning and hurrying to his bag, he crouched infront of it, digging a bottle of painkillers from his bag. He took them out, taking two and standing, he downed some with water and made a face before putting his fake charm back on and shifting, slipping past Becca once again and back to the woman, picking back up her drink and shaking it, sliding it to the girl. Then turning back to the male. |
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Raphael - Angel - I tilted my head at the man, was that sarcasm? Was it? I couldn't tell... "Uh.. was that sarcasm?" I asked, because I was very clearly confused. I watched as he tensed, running off. I blinked slowly, and he came back after tending to a girl, "are you alright? Why did you go?" I asked, "I didn't do something did I?" I asked, unsure if I accidentally did something to him. |
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