Phone; June 9th Evening

[keephimtalking]

Good news everyone: negotiations went through and Weaver's is now going to officially start selling drinks over forty proof.

[ Hey, Eliot. Heyyyy, Eliot. You're totally getting side-eyed over the phone here, somehow. Hope you enjoy this weird new form of communication. ]

In... celebration of this wonderful new landmark, drinks'll be half off tomorrow night. Drop by and get yourself drunk ten times faster than usual. Try to limit any vomiting to the bathroom.

[ Please, someone, hire this guy as your publicist, he's just so enthusiastic. ]

Comments

[keephimtalking]

What if I wanted to adopt birds instead, huh? Have you considered that? Goddess, you're so insensitive.

[blaiiines]

I suggest ducks.

[keephimtalking]

Fuck your ducks.

[blaiiines]

They're not my ducks, brother. [he really should stop poking the bear]

[keephimtalking]

What even are ducks?

[ Oh, don't worry, bud. His growls are worse than his bites here. The worst he's going to do is ban you from the bar. ]

[blaiiines]

[he can't tell if this guy is joking or not]

They're birds that have these curved bills and webbed feet. You'd see them swimming on the water.

[keephimtalking]

... Sounds suspicious.

[ You can practically hear the squint here. ]

Anyways, before I ban you for pulling my fringe about the 'existence' of local wildlife, you 'bout you come pay me to listen instead?

[blaiiines]

Smart, to not trust ducks.

[his lip quirks in a smile] Don't worry, brother, I'll be swinging by soon.