🍸 How are you religious with knowledge of your own painful decline and set deathdate? ~lashskiss
Verral looks at his empty glass, and then at the inquiring man. He seems as serious as usual, but he soon starts chuckling with a low voice, as a grin appears in his face. He, then, turns around in his bar stool, and starts shooting to the crowd.
“How d’ y’all live with knowledge of your painf’l declineee, and set deathda- da- de- deathdate!!!?” He’s, clearly, way more affected by the beverage. When he’s done, everybody is quiet from hearing the other, pulling disgusted faces. They’re, in a while, back to their conversations, and the noise is back on the tavern, and Verral looks back at the flagellant, drinking again from the newly served beverage:
“I, at least, hav’ an excus’ to waste my last days like this…” the grin, still showing. “What’s yar excuse?”
@lashskiss
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