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[bardbarous]

[ The world around Tuck and Billie is dark, gloomy, and full of dust. The bar they are in, Colonel Dan's, has seen better days. Tables have been overturned, something's been in here making a mess despite the magic that was imbued into the door. Guess it didn't hold. ]

So, who wants to help Billie n' me clean out our bar? That we, ah, never used.

[ Tuck does his best to make it sound like the most riveting fucking thing a person could volunteer for. ]

We'll pay you in... uh...

[ He looks down at Billie who is currently out of camera view. Hard to put both a two foot child in the same frame with a seven foot man. ]

Friendship? Oh, booze!

Either, or. Whichever turns out to be of equal or lesser value.

[ From the dark, something falls off the bar counter and breaks. Then skittering claws scuttle across the floor. ]

There's someone else in here.

... ..... So, who wants to help Billie n' me chase a mystery creature out of our bar? Ehhh? Could be fun—Oh fuuuck! It touched my leg!

Comments

[hopesparks]

I guess so. And he can handle himself.

Though I don't really want the mental image of my third(?) grandfather 'having a good time.'

Some things are better left un-thought.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Same, honestly. Too much of my brain says 'big brother'.

[hopesparks]

At least your big brother can flirt.

Mine just gives me secondhand embarrassment.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Hah. Swearing myself to secrecy, if he ever turns up.

[hopesparks]

No need. He knows.

[ezra_of_lothal]

[Snerk.]

Understood.