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You should probably mention or quote him so he sees it. Anyway. As I've said, my opinion, it's not extremely fun to play alongside a...
Huh?
"Well enough, I would imagine," said Azrael. "We've gone over two minutes without a death, or a fight, or a tactical nuke, or me ripping off my leg."
"Awesome." He sat down.
He smirked. "Yeah, I think I do."
Asmo walked back outside and stood by the truck. "Hey. Thanks."
"Yes," said Azrael, "with painful lighting and ridiculous techno music." "Don't forget hookers and drugs," Maya added.
"Dude, maybe I'll upgrade to a trashy nightclub now." She gave a quick wink.
"Oh, cool. I'm getting talked about.~"
"Who'd you hear from?" Maya asked curiously.
"Not even sure what I did..." Azrael put the flask back and turned to Celestia.
"I'm kidding, you twit." Azrael handed him the flask.
"That's not what your father said last night."
Azrael rolled his eyes. "I just offered you money. Take it, or no drinks."
"It's my liquor, I will do with it as I please. I may give you Bits to buy your own. But this is mine, and I don't want to catch anything."
"Maybe if you earn it." He nodded to the new mare. "Hello."
Azrael shook his head. "Probably not."
"Rectified spirit. The only thing that works." Azrael closed the flask and put it back.
"Well." Azrael pulled a flask from his jacket and took a sip. "An excuse for a day off. This is fine by me."
"The equine mind is my specialty," Dusty told her. "Let me help you. Show me around. Let me help you isolate and exterminate the problem."
