Post number #711846, ID: 8ccec7
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>This venerable bar, fashioned like something out of a late twentieth century Irish pub, has reopened its doors- but not only has it clearly seen some disuse, but the bartender still seems to be missing. Not that the patrons mind at the moment...
Post number #712013, ID: d760d4
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>>711756 "Well, now that's just ironic, isn't it?"
>Iskra replies after listening to Dusty's story.
Post number #712165, ID: 1ea0e0
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>>712013 “It was pretty weird. He and his brother were pretty weird. Definitely cemented him as someone absolutely insane. We didn’t catch the bounty that time, or I don’t remember us getting them.
> Dusty sighs? As if reminiscing has tired her out. She flexes her hands a bit and looks at Iskra before looking at the bar. What the hell was taking so long?
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Post number #712697, ID: 4560b9
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Post number #712915, ID: d760d4
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>>712165 "You know, I kind of missed having a more permanent work partner."
"Oh? I know what you mean, I think. My last partner got out of the game and he keeps telling me that I need to do the same. I'm a little bad with listening, I guess"
> She flashes a grin, as if trying to show off that she's doing what she wants to do, ultimately
"Who did you used to work with? You hold yourself like the old man, someone that knows a little something about military life"
Post number #714099, ID: 48e3f4
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>>713788 "Well, I've never been in the military before. I just like to be careful, I guess."
>Iskra replies, she evade her eyes as she continues.
"Well, about my partner. He was my... mentor, I think that's what you would call him. I do something stupid and he... passed."
>The reply was followed by a second of awkward silence. Iskra breaks it by clearing her throat.
"Well, I'm over it now. But that also made me afraid of... attachments."
"Maybe it's not necessarily the same, But I totally get it. Sometimes it's better to just stick you yer guns alone. Not that everyone has to understand it or whatever."
> Dusty settles down a bit, pulling out beaten pack of cigarettes and pulling one out, only to spin it around in her fingers
"But... I guess friends are nice. I don't know. Still on the fence there with everything going on in the Motor"
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| >This venerable bar, fashioned like something out of a late twentieth century Irish pub, has reopened its doors- but not only has it clearly seen some disuse, but the bartender still seems to be missing. Not that the patrons mind at the moment...