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[cactusy]

is the place that doubles as an arcade seriously the only bar in town? where do you people go to get plastered and make bad decisions?

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[cactusy]

Don't be too surprised; I'm not a big bundle of laughs. I just don't drink myself under the table about it. This place still sucks, existentially and practically.

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

That’s responsible. Especially here.

[Unlike Hank. Not that he’s been getting drunk lately, but it’s not a hard stop. Not like he’s trying to totally abstain.]

That, we can agree on. Some people here act like Etraya’s fuckin’ heaven. Could be worse — [a lot worse, he knows] — but Jesus.

[cactusy]

[Shaw sucks air between her teeth.]

Says a lot about the places people come from, huh.

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

Suppose so. Which makes sense. Etraya would seem pretty fuckin’ appealing if I lived in hell.

Some people act like Aurora is this great person, though. Entity. Whatever. Despite how vague she is about shit.

[With Hank, anyway. Maybe she’s better with other people.]

[cactusy]

You ever talk to Harold Finch?