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Post by amoscrow on May 23, 2019 21:40:54 GMT -6
The Dual Persona Bar Welcomes you!
Welcome to the Dual Persona. Here at our little Bar and Inn you are welcome to stay as long as you need to. Rent is free, and The food is too, however, there is something you can give, and anything helps!
Your Hosts and Hostesses are As follows
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Wednesday Harriet Crow
And As for our workers, well it all depends, do you need a Job? Are you good at helping people? Then we will take you. Your payment will be given to you on every Friday, and it is what you need or want, however, you must be specific and honest in what you want, or you shall just receive cash. You may switch what you want ONCE and then it sticks, so choose wisely!
So please, come in, relax. We have what you are looking for, and we have a price for it!
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2019 18:57:02 GMT -6
Attachment Deleted"Uh... Hello?" A Twenty-Something knocks lightly at the front desk, a deep look of indifference on his face, a stoic tone with limited emotion. "Is anyone here? I'm here for the job interview."
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Post by chronoeclipse on May 25, 2019 10:00:51 GMT -6
The door swings open and enter four young women dressed in various leather, metal studs and straps. The saunter over to a table with dangerous confidence and sit down like they own the place. They are the all-girl punk rock group the Dirty Scrunchies. There's Polly-Anna the blonde drummer who is taking off her boots and propping her barefeet up on the stool next to them casually. Hester Phage the red-headed basist who isn't making 'rock on' signs with her long fingers, the nails of which are painted black with little skulls on them. Bombshell Betty the dirty blonde lead guitarist who is licking her pouty lips and hungrily as she looks at the drink menu. And Prima Donna the lead singer who sits at the table like sitting on a throne, her legs open wide as she leans back comfortably as she holds her hand up for a servers attention.
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Post by amoscrow on May 26, 2019 0:47:37 GMT -6
"Uh... Hello?" A Twenty-Something knocks lightly at the front desk, a deep look of indifference on his face, a stoic tone with limited emotion. "Is anyone here? I'm here for the job interview." Attachment DeletedHello! Welcome, I am Royston Crow, a pleasure to meet you, young man. -he said holding out his hand. This man was tall, probably around 6'4 or 6'5, His skin was pale like snow, and his hair was as gold as wheat uncut from a field. But it was his eyes, they were a deep set emerald and very powerful, and piercing- I'm glad you answered our ad, with my brother and his wife dealing with their kids, and their escapades, it's like I'm the only one running this place. A hand would be delightful! So tell me a bit about yourself. -he asked kindly. His voice was deep, and yet soothing.-
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Post by amoscrow on May 26, 2019 0:57:24 GMT -6
The door swings open and enter four young women dressed in various leather, metal studs and straps. The saunter over to a table with dangerous confidence and sit down like they own the place. They are the all-girl punk rock group the Dirty Scrunchies. There's Polly-Anna the blonde drummer who is taking off her boots and propping her barefeet up on the stool next to them casually. Hester Phage the red-headed basist who isn't making 'rock on' signs with her long fingers, the nails of which are painted black with little skulls on them. Bombshell Betty the dirty blonde lead guitarist who is licking her pouty lips and hungrily as she looks at the drink menu. And Prima Donna the lead singer who sits at the table like sitting on a throne, her legs open wide as she leans back comfortably as she holds her hand up for a servers attention. -A heavyset woman in a blue blouse and a nice ruffled navy blue skirt walked over with a ticket to write out what these four women wanted. Now, while this woman was young looking, maybe no more older than in her 30's, her hair, glasses, and outfit made her look a tad older than that. However, the service woman was alright with this. When she spoke, she had a strange accent, not really northern or Midwestern, but not really southern either. It was a bit of a strange dialect- Welcome to the Dual Persona, ladies, what can I do for the four of you today?
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2019 3:20:45 GMT -6
"Uh... Hello?" A Twenty-Something knocks lightly at the front desk, a deep look of indifference on his face, a stoic tone with limited emotion. "Is anyone here? I'm here for the job interview." Hello! Welcome, I am Royston Crow, a pleasure to meet you, young man. -he said holding out his hand. This man was tall, probably around 6'4 or 6'5, His skin was pale like snow, and his hair was as gold as wheat uncut from a field. But it was his eyes, they were a deep set emerald and very powerful, and piercing- I'm glad you answered our ad, with my brother and his wife dealing with their kids, and their escapades, it's like I'm the only one running this place. A hand would be delightful! So tell me a bit about yourself. -he asked kindly. His voice was deep, and yet soothing.-5'5, the small man, dressed in a mustard yellow sweater with green pants and pair of brown flip flops, with skin a light pink, short hair, covered in a golden yellow beanie, a vibrant red and eyes a pure, pearl white looks up at Royston Crow with little enthusiasm. "The Name's Bee Six." Bee nods, hoping a handshake wasn't necessary. "I'm a spirit from a discarded realm of limbo called Senior Island. I've been out of work for awhile now, been doing odd jobs in realms of Heaven and Hell, really need a stable gig."
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Post by amoscrow on May 26, 2019 6:40:36 GMT -6
Hello! Welcome, I am Royston Crow, a pleasure to meet you, young man. -he said holding out his hand. This man was tall, probably around 6'4 or 6'5, His skin was pale like snow, and his hair was as gold as wheat uncut from a field. But it was his eyes, they were a deep set emerald and very powerful, and piercing- I'm glad you answered our ad, with my brother and his wife dealing with their kids, and their escapades, it's like I'm the only one running this place. A hand would be delightful! So tell me a bit about yourself. -he asked kindly. His voice was deep, and yet soothing.- 5'5, the small man, dressed in a mustard yellow sweater with green pants and pair of brown flip flops, with skin a light pink, short hair, covered in a golden yellow beanie, a vibrant red and eyes a pure, pearl white looks up at Royston Crow with little enthusiasm. "The Name's Bee Six." Bee nods, hoping a handshake wasn't necessary. "I'm a spirit from a discarded realm of limbo called Senior Island. I've been out of work for awhile now, been doing odd jobs in realms of Heaven and Hell, really need a stable gig." -The handshake wasn't necessary, Royston lowered his hand, and would let this man sit, trying to be as polite as possible- Ah, so you come from a slice of Limbo. Well, that helps me with not having to explain what magic is, and what we do here. So, Bee Six, may I call you Bee? We here at the Dual person try to strive in giving people what they want. From magical items, to food and rest, and anything that can be considered "helpful". -he said kindly as he took a sip of some water that appeared near his hand, and a second glass would show up for Bee Six- Now, we also have other services, some that might fit you better than most.
Such as carrying out hits, booking, IT work, Haunting, and many other positions you might be looking for. -he said as he'd take out this pamphlet that showed the many things this bar did. It was obviously no simple bar, but a far reaching creature that fed on the many emotions of people. Nothing to grand to cause discomfort, but more like, it fed on the pleasure and pain in a residual manner. If you gave off a feeling of joy, it was feeding off of that. It wouldn't cause you to stop feeling happy, but, after words you would be a tad sleepier, and need a nap.- So, in a round about way of asking, what can you bring to the table, to help me place where you need to go!
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2019 9:19:28 GMT -6
5'5, the small man, dressed in a mustard yellow sweater with green pants and pair of brown flip flops, with skin a light pink, short hair, covered in a golden yellow beanie, a vibrant red and eyes a pure, pearl white looks up at Royston Crow with little enthusiasm. "The Name's Bee Six." Bee nods, hoping a handshake wasn't necessary. "I'm a spirit from a discarded realm of limbo called Senior Island. I've been out of work for awhile now, been doing odd jobs in realms of Heaven and Hell, really need a stable gig." -The handshake wasn't necessary, Royston lowered his hand, and would let this man sit, trying to be as polite as possible- Ah, so you come from a slice of Limbo. Well, that helps me with not having to explain what magic is, and what we do here. So, Bee Six, may I call you Bee? We here at the Dual person try to strive in giving people what they want. From magical items, to food and rest, and anything that can be considered "helpful". -he said kindly as he took a sip of some water that appeared near his hand, and a second glass would show up for Bee Six- Now, we also have other services, some that might fit you better than most.
Such as carrying out hits, booking, IT work, Haunting, and many other positions you might be looking for. -he said as he'd take out this pamphlet that showed the many things this bar did. It was obviously no simple bar, but a far reaching creature that fed on the many emotions of people. Nothing to grand to cause discomfort, but more like, it fed on the pleasure and pain in a residual manner. If you gave off a feeling of joy, it was feeding off of that. It wouldn't cause you to stop feeling happy, but, after words you would be a tad sleepier, and need a nap.- So, in a round about way of asking, what can you bring to the table, to help me place where you need to go! "They say life is short, but for many, it's even shorter than expected. Unfortunately, not everyone gets to be eighty, or even fifty, or even twenty years old." Bee Six explains with a shook head. "Senior Island was created solely to give teenage youths a little something extra, perspectives they were never going to see. It was a learning experience..." Bee sighs. "A game that ended, and when it ended, I should've been gone too. But I'm not, for some reason." Bee laughs. "I had hundreds of brothers and sisters, all existing for a limited time, catering to the needs of progressively aging souls, and I'm the only one still around. It's not... it's not like I was anything special. All I ever did on that island was cook. It's my speciality."
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Post by chronoeclipse on May 26, 2019 13:03:51 GMT -6
The door swings open and enter four young women dressed in various leather, metal studs and straps. The saunter over to a table with dangerous confidence and sit down like they own the place. They are the all-girl punk rock group the Dirty Scrunchies. There's Polly-Anna the blonde drummer who is taking off her boots and propping her barefeet up on the stool next to them casually. Hester Phage the red-headed basist who isn't making 'rock on' signs with her long fingers, the nails of which are painted black with little skulls on them. Bombshell Betty the dirty blonde lead guitarist who is licking her pouty lips and hungrily as she looks at the drink menu. And Prima Donna the lead singer who sits at the table like sitting on a throne, her legs open wide as she leans back comfortably as she holds her hand up for a servers attention. -A heavyset woman in a blue blouse and a nice ruffled navy blue skirt walked over with a ticket to write out what these four women wanted. Now, while this woman was young looking, maybe no more older than in her 30's, her hair, glasses, and outfit made her look a tad older than that. However, the service woman was alright with this. When she spoke, she had a strange accent, not really northern or Midwestern, but not really southern either. It was a bit of a strange dialect- Welcome to the Dual Persona, ladies, what can I do for the four of you today?Prima cocks her eyebrow at the plump waitress. "We'll have a round of Absolute...ly Anything, Laura Ingalls." She said with a smirk, giving intense eye contact to the woman taking her order. The blonde drummer wiggled her bare toes on the stool and looked over at the raven haired front-woman confused. "Do you know her?" She asks naively. Prima rolls her eyes and sighs, breaking eye contact with the waitress to glare at her drummer. "No, of course not! Does she look like the kind of bitches I roll with? It's a Little House on the Prairie reference, because of how she's dressed! And it was brilliant!" She declares in frustration that she had to spell out her own joke. Polly-Anna slumps her shoulders and looks down sheepishly like she had been put in a time-out. "Sorry! How was I supposed to know? That show is like a million years old!" She mumbles defensively. Prima shakes her head in exasperation. "Read a fucking book, for once in your life Polly!" She shouts before turning back to the waitress. Hester snickers at the exchange. While Betty, sitting backwards in her chair is also staring at the waitress with her fingers in a V over her mouth and when the waitress glances in her direction Betty subtly licks the web of her fingers while maintaining direct eye contact with her dark, heavily eyeshadowed eyes. Prima snaps her fingers again. "Sooooo if we could get those drinks? That'd be greaaaat..."
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Post by amoscrow on May 26, 2019 15:18:45 GMT -6
-A heavyset woman in a blue blouse and a nice ruffled navy blue skirt walked over with a ticket to write out what these four women wanted. Now, while this woman was young looking, maybe no more older than in her 30's, her hair, glasses, and outfit made her look a tad older than that. However, the service woman was alright with this. When she spoke, she had a strange accent, not really northern or Midwestern, but not really southern either. It was a bit of a strange dialect- Welcome to the Dual Persona, ladies, what can I do for the four of you today? Prima cocks her eyebrow at the plump waitress. "We'll have a round of Absolute...ly Anything, Laura Ingalls." She said with a smirk, giving intense eye contact to the woman taking her order. The blonde drummer wiggled her bare toes on the stool and looked over at the raven haired front-woman confused. "Do you know her?" She asks naively. Prima rolls her eyes and sighs, breaking eye contact with the waitress to glare at her drummer. "No, of course not! Does she look like the kind of bitches I roll with? It's a Little House on the Prairie reference, because of how she's dressed! And it was brilliant!" She declares in frustration that she had to spell out her own joke. Polly-Anna slumps her shoulders and looks down sheepishly like she had been put in a time-out. "Sorry! How was I supposed to know? That show is like a million years old!" She mumbles defensively. Prima shakes her head in exasperation. "Read a fucking book, for once in your life Polly!" She shouts before turning back to the waitress. Hester snickers at the exchange. While Betty, sitting backwards in her chair is also staring at the waitress with her fingers in a V over her mouth and when the waitress glances in her direction Betty subtly licks the web of her fingers while maintaining direct eye contact with her dark, heavily eyeshadowed eyes. Prima snaps her fingers again. "Sooooo if we could get those drinks? That'd be greaaaat..." -The waitress, Lucia, was a bit unsurprised with how bratty these girls were. Lucia would look at Betty, and while not being shocked or discussed. She simply looked bemused, almost smug at Betty- You three need to be careful, looks like that one is a chubby chaser of some kind. -she snickered a bit and then wrote down Absolut. She then continued- As for food would any of you like something to eat or perhaps to look at a menu proper? Or perhaps those reading skills are of what you can remember from your child hood. - Lucia had been having a tiring day, and in truth, snotty kids weren't something she wanted to deal with-
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Post by amoscrow on May 26, 2019 15:19:35 GMT -6
-The handshake wasn't necessary, Royston lowered his hand, and would let this man sit, trying to be as polite as possible- Ah, so you come from a slice of Limbo. Well, that helps me with not having to explain what magic is, and what we do here. So, Bee Six, may I call you Bee? We here at the Dual person try to strive in giving people what they want. From magical items, to food and rest, and anything that can be considered "helpful". -he said kindly as he took a sip of some water that appeared near his hand, and a second glass would show up for Bee Six- Now, we also have other services, some that might fit you better than most.
Such as carrying out hits, booking, IT work, Haunting, and many other positions you might be looking for. -he said as he'd take out this pamphlet that showed the many things this bar did. It was obviously no simple bar, but a far reaching creature that fed on the many emotions of people. Nothing to grand to cause discomfort, but more like, it fed on the pleasure and pain in a residual manner. If you gave off a feeling of joy, it was feeding off of that. It wouldn't cause you to stop feeling happy, but, after words you would be a tad sleepier, and need a nap.- So, in a round about way of asking, what can you bring to the table, to help me place where you need to go! "They say life is short, but for many, it's even shorter than expected. Unfortunately, not everyone gets to be eighty, or even fifty, or even twenty years old." Bee Six explains with a shook head. "Senior Island was created solely to give teenage youths a little something extra, perspectives they were never going to see. It was a learning experience..." Bee sighs. "A game that ended, and when it ended, I should've been gone too. But I'm not, for some reason." Bee laughs. "I had hundreds of brothers and sisters, all existing for a limited time, catering to the needs of progressively aging souls, and I'm the only one still around. It's not... it's not like I was anything special. All I ever did on that island was cook. It's my speciality." -Royston would look to Bee with a sympathetic look. He would place his hand on his should and then simply say- Perhaps it wasn't your time? Perhaps, Bee Six, you were meant to find something to give you purpose. And if you are a cook, I am happy to say, that position is open if you are willing to cook for stranger. And while we aren't some noble thing of Limbo to give Teens a sense of what it might be old, we do offer such kindnesses if someone wishes it.
Someone like you, will have such a unique and delightful perspective when on the team, and I cannot wait to see how you can make our little bar, just that much more special. -he said gently-
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2019 15:24:03 GMT -6
-Royston would look to Bee with a sympathetic look. He would place his hand on his should and then simply say- Perhaps it wasn't your time? Perhaps, Bee Six, you were meant to find something to give you purpose. And if you are a cook, I am happy to say, that position is open if you are willing to cook for stranger. And while we aren't some noble thing of Limbo to give Teens a sense of what it might be old, we do offer such kindnesses if someone wishes it.
Someone like you, will have such a unique and delightful perspective when on the team, and I cannot wait to see how you can make our little bar, just that much more special. -he said gently- "I appreciate the opportunity." Bee accepts the offer. "Oh, and I just want to stress about Moral Alignment, Mister Crow. Like I said before, I've been doing odd jobs in Heavens, Hells, and everywhere in between. I've had part-time bosses obsessed with making women elderly nymphos stripping on a pole for penis and meds. I've worked for sadistic sociopaths who fed off youth and were nuts about irony. I even worked on a Demon Tv show called Party Pat's Bomb Brunch." Bee Six makes a brief, yet, passionate smile. "It was actually a pretty good gig. Do you have Hell TV here? Pat's this really ambitious demon from Hades, he's had so many shows. They always get canceled. Anyways, if you or my other bosses want anything wicked, I don't really mind cooking something up."
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Post by amoscrow on May 26, 2019 15:36:29 GMT -6
-Royston would look to Bee with a sympathetic look. He would place his hand on his should and then simply say- Perhaps it wasn't your time? Perhaps, Bee Six, you were meant to find something to give you purpose. And if you are a cook, I am happy to say, that position is open if you are willing to cook for stranger. And while we aren't some noble thing of Limbo to give Teens a sense of what it might be old, we do offer such kindnesses if someone wishes it.
Someone like you, will have such a unique and delightful perspective when on the team, and I cannot wait to see how you can make our little bar, just that much more special. -he said gently- "I appreciate the opportunity." Bee accepts the offer. "Oh, and I just want to stress about Moral Alignment, Mister Crow. Like I said before, I've been doing odd jobs in Heavens, Hells, and everywhere in between. I've had part-time bosses obsessed with making women elderly nymphos stripping on a pole for penis and meds. I've worked for sadistic sociopaths who fed off youth and were nuts about irony. I even worked on a Demon Tv show called Party Pat's Bomb Brunch." Bee Six makes a brief, yet, passionate smile. "It was actually a pretty good gig. Do you have Hell TV here? Pat's this really ambitious demon from Hades, he's had so many shows. They always get canceled. Anyways, if you or my other bosses want anything wicked, I don't really mind cooking something up." We do happen to pick up all kinds of shows here. Very possible that we have it on our T.V., just have to find the right channel. -he said honestly as he thought and then laughed playfully- My good sir, I'm not the man of which to ask about aging people into desirability and lusty behavior. That would be my brother. I'm more of a vindicator of sorts. So if someone needs a revenge, and the cause is just, I will ask you to help me out!
As for my brother, who knows what he would want you to do. You might actually have alot of fun helping him out. Same with my sister-in-law. -Royston would think for a bit- Do you happen to know how to be sneaky? Just...a curiosity.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2019 15:53:48 GMT -6
"I appreciate the opportunity." Bee accepts the offer. "Oh, and I just want to stress about Moral Alignment, Mister Crow. Like I said before, I've been doing odd jobs in Heavens, Hells, and everywhere in between. I've had part-time bosses obsessed with making women elderly nymphos stripping on a pole for penis and meds. I've worked for sadistic sociopaths who fed off youth and were nuts about irony. I even worked on a Demon Tv show called Party Pat's Bomb Brunch." Bee Six makes a brief, yet, passionate smile. "It was actually a pretty good gig. Do you have Hell TV here? Pat's this really ambitious demon from Hades, he's had so many shows. They always get canceled. Anyways, if you or my other bosses want anything wicked, I don't really mind cooking something up." We do happen to pick up all kinds of shows here. Very possible that we have it on our T.V., just have to find the right channel. -he said honestly as he thought and then laughed playfully- My good sir, I'm not the man of which to ask about aging people into desirability and lusty behavior. That would be my brother. I'm more of a vindicator of sorts. So if someone needs a revenge, and the cause is just, I will ask you to help me out!
As for my brother, who knows what he would want you to do. You might actually have alot of fun helping him out. Same with my sister-in-law. -Royston would think for a bit- Do you happen to know how to be sneaky? Just...a curiosity."When I employed by Vanity, this demon that wants to be one of the seven deadly sins, I had to work at a diner in Chicago. She'd always be disguised as this 350 pound, middle aged woman, with puckering, chalky elbows, her mammoth sized rear, wrapped in black slacks, always sitting on a mobility scooter. She us to trick customers into paying with their looks, their aspirations, their desires." Bee's pure whites widened just thinking about how intense that month was. "All things considered, she gave me a lot of creative control on the menu. It was weird seeing Betty White once a week.... did you know Betty White is secretly Lucifer? I mean, makes sense to me. Always the last person you'd suspect!"
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Post by chronoeclipse on May 26, 2019 16:56:22 GMT -6
Prima cocks her eyebrow at the plump waitress. "We'll have a round of Absolute...ly Anything, Laura Ingalls." She said with a smirk, giving intense eye contact to the woman taking her order. The blonde drummer wiggled her bare toes on the stool and looked over at the raven haired front-woman confused. "Do you know her?" She asks naively. Prima rolls her eyes and sighs, breaking eye contact with the waitress to glare at her drummer. "No, of course not! Does she look like the kind of bitches I roll with? It's a Little House on the Prairie reference, because of how she's dressed! And it was brilliant!" She declares in frustration that she had to spell out her own joke. Polly-Anna slumps her shoulders and looks down sheepishly like she had been put in a time-out. "Sorry! How was I supposed to know? That show is like a million years old!" She mumbles defensively. Prima shakes her head in exasperation. "Read a fucking book, for once in your life Polly!" She shouts before turning back to the waitress. Hester snickers at the exchange. While Betty, sitting backwards in her chair is also staring at the waitress with her fingers in a V over her mouth and when the waitress glances in her direction Betty subtly licks the web of her fingers while maintaining direct eye contact with her dark, heavily eyeshadowed eyes. Prima snaps her fingers again. "Sooooo if we could get those drinks? That'd be greaaaat..." -The waitress, Lucia, was a bit unsurprised with how bratty these girls were. Lucia would look at Betty, and while not being shocked or discussed. She simply looked bemused, almost smug at Betty- You three need to be careful, looks like that one is a chubby chaser of some kind. -she snickered a bit and then wrote down Absolut. She then continued- As for food would any of you like something to eat or perhaps to look at a menu proper? Or perhaps those reading skills are of what you can remember from your child hood. - Lucia had been having a tiring day, and in truth, snotty kids weren't something she wanted to deal with-Betty dropped her fingers and looked offended at being called a chubby chaser. Prima shook her head. "Nah, we just came here to get our drink-on. We were supposed to be on tour with this other band the Iron Maidens but they totally bailed on us at the last minute with not so much as an excuse to why. So we've been doing our shows solo which has been a pain in my tight little derriere." She explains. "I heard Val and the girls were doing gigs at local nursing homes..." Polly said in an excited gossipy voice. Hester looked at her skeptically. "Why in the seven hells would they want to rock out to a bunch of geezers?" Polly shrugs sheepishly. "I dunno, that's just what I heard." Prima gave the hand motion of a duck shutting it's beak, motioning her two band members to zip it. "Aaaanyway, we're just looking to get drunk and find something to FUCK... so if you have a menu for THAT..."
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