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[drunkwithdoubt]

I need a drink. Preferably a martini.

It's been way too long.

[Locked to Self//Hackable]

Zelda seems like a lovely person. I'll have to talk to her more. And Mikaela as well. She seems like she could use a bit of guidance.

I'll pray for her. And for Sam.

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[ttlynotawizard]

Well since my bar's open again, it would be a shame to not come by.

[drunkwithdoubt]

I shall have to. What deck was that again?

[ttlynotawizard]

Deck 10.

[He's there waiting, drinking a glass of cognac, the bottle sitting on the counter. It's Remy Martin cognac, of course, but if one were to inspect the bottle, they'd find a printed label reading "WHITECASTLE" has been pasted over "Martin".

Remy, of course, still wears his "BARTENDER" label.

He already has the ingredients for the martini waiting. He'd been starting to get worried about Patrick. Hadn't heard from him for a little bit. He worried about how he was adjusting.]

[drunkwithdoubt]

[Patrick makes a steady beeline for Deck Ten and pushes open the doors to Sergei's, giving Remy a tired, defeated wave before seating himself at the bar.]

Dry, please...

[He sighs, putting his head in his hands and resting on the bar, muttering to himself. He's obviously distracted by something.]

[skyion]

I'm a bartender too!

[drunkwithdoubt]

Oh, right! I think I remember you mentioning that! I'll have to stop by!

[oblique_wisdom]

Oh! Sir Patrick!

[Yes. She remembers exactly how he sounds.]

How are you doing?

[drunkwithdoubt]

I... [He hesitates.] I've been better.

[oblique_wisdom]

[She pauses and tips her head to the side.]

...Would you wish to share any of it with me? I am not against listening.

[drunkwithdoubt]

I wouldn't wish to bother you.