[ he actually... pauses in his routine, looking deep in thought for a split second as he holds a bottle of vodka by the neck in one hand and a shaker in the other, with a lime poised perfectly in the crook of his elbow. ]
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Guess if a house had to be horny for anything, power ain't the worst possible option.
Not the worst option but still a fucking terrible option. [ she stretches out with a sigh. ] It was a shitty time and I don't wanna do this all over again, so.
[ he was so powerful that god had to nerf him by taking his eye ]
Preachin' to the choir. [ he goes back to whatever he was doing. i don't know how to write a flairtending routine. ] It's literally a setup for the same shit, an' it sucks knowin' there's a nonzero chance everything's gonna go to hell no matter what.
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Guess if a house had to be horny for anything, power ain't the worst possible option.
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Not the worst option but still a fucking terrible option. [ she stretches out with a sigh. ] It was a shitty time and I don't wanna do this all over again, so.
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Preachin' to the choir. [ he goes back to whatever he was doing. i don't know how to write a flairtending routine. ] It's literally a setup for the same shit, an' it sucks knowin' there's a nonzero chance everything's gonna go to hell no matter what.