the god of creation is a little bitch who refuses to meet me in the wenny's parking lot

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the god of creation is a little bitch who refuses to meet me in the wenny's parking lot
Would you like a drink?
“I’m beginning to think this was a huge mistake.” She mused to no one in particular as she sat the glass of mixed alcohol back down on the counter. Somewhere between finally wiggling her way to the bar and the fourth song that played through the speakers, Yui had switched from beer to ‘surprise me’. With the way her lip curled up into a sneer anyone watching could tell she was none too pleased with her detour. Like a distressed child, the petite guitarist looked around for a hero to take the poison off her hands. It was either pass it off to the willing or down the drink as to avoid wasting her money, and she was really hoping she wouldn’t have to. Usually, her favorite bartender was on top of his game, but the surprisingly large turn out that night must have gotten him distracted and overwhelmed. “I need an adult.”