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[throughbamboo]

He ain't gonna pay for yer drink now.

[holesomelanguage]

Ya already said ya would, no take-backs.

[doggonemad]

I dunno, that 80's startin' ta kick in . . .

[throughbamboo]

Better order yer drink before he changes his mind.

[holesomelanguage]

Whiskey! A whiskey neat over here!

[throughbamboo]

[laughs softly, ordering his own drink]

That was close, be real awkward takin' ya for drinks, but no one's payin' for ya.

[doggonemad]

Sooooo awkward!

[holesomelanguage]

I'd give ya the cold shoulder fer at least a week.

[throughbamboo]

No ya wouldn't.

[doggonemad]

Ya'd be at our doorstep the next mornin'!

[holesomelanguage]

Hah! Ya wish!

[throughbamboo]

Ya like us too much to try'n do that anyway.

[doggonemad]

We know ya too well.

[holesomelanguage]

Can't believe ya'd use that against me.

[throughbamboo]

Like ya wouldn't do the same.

[doggonemad]

S'what friends are fer.

[holesomelanguage]

Ya shitters.

[throughbamboo]

You love us.

[doggonemad]

Damn right.

[holesomelanguage]

Maybe after a couple o' drinks.

What ya two been up ta?

[throughbamboo]

[when the drinks arrive, he grabs his to take a sip]

Ehh, mostly shop stuff. Or annoyin' the shit outta Gray 'cuz he asked me to move in. Gotta make him regret it an' all.

[doggonemad]

Ain't like it's a big deal since we're gettin' back on that damn ship.

[holesomelanguage]

Hey- no house-warmin' party? Ain't that the kinda thing fer celebratin'?

[throughbamboo]

Is it?

[doggonemad]

Bah. That's only if ya want free shit, an' I don't.