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“Where’s good ta get a proper drink round here?”
“I actually just got back into town, so I’m not too sure. I think I heard about some club called Vertigo? Or maybe The Old Swan.”
"Both sound dead.... funky." She chuckled to herself. "Ya comin' with us then?"
its–finn:
“Depends if ya want nice drinks, or cheap ones. The Vertigo for nice, The Old Swan for cheap. Latter’s usually my choice.”
“I’ll drink anythin’ at this rate. Cheap ones it is.”
“You goin’ alone or d'ya need some company?”
"That'd be class. But am tellin' ya now, a can and most likely will drink ya under the table."
“You little metal piece of…” Dean grunted with frustration, smacking his phone as it skipped over yet another song before throwing the old thing to the ground, immediately bending down wide-eyed. “Oh, bugger me.”
Maeve chuckled. “Maybe that’s where your problem stems from.” Nodding in the direction of his damaged phone. “Might help not to do that.”
Beth finally raised he head from her book when she heard the buzzer go, putting in on her chair as she approached the drier, thankful that she wouldn’t have to be here much longer. Opening the door, she plunged her hands into the clothes ready to take them out when a look of disgust washed over her face. “Motherfu-.” She hissed, slamming down the lid on her still wet clothes. “Stupid fucking machine.” She yelled, kicking the metal bastard.
“Seems like the cheap price reflects in the cheap quality.” Maeve shrugged as she noticed the girl’s distain.
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“Ya going to give us doubles but charge us for singles?”
its--finn:
“Depends if ya want nice drinks, or cheap ones. The Vertigo for nice, The Old Swan for cheap. Latter’s usually my choice.”
“I’ll drink anythin’ at this rate. Cheap ones it is.”
Until you choose to confront your own shadows, you will continually see them in others.
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“Where’s good ta get a proper drink round here?”
