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"Yeah, guess that's true. Robbing banks to pay swear jars is serious business."
"Watch your *squee!*ing mouth," Asmo demanded.
"No!" Raven said from her seat. "Only if she says yes. And much later down the road. If it works out to begin with."
Rolf?
"Yeah, really. You and your everything with a pulse mindset..."
"Wouldn't bother. She's crushing on that Nightshade."
Careful. Queen Chrysalis was falsely accused of being a drug lord, but the charges were dropped after some of the witnesses went missing.
Asmo shrugged. "Think she said seventeen."
Raven rolled her eyes. "Yeees, mistress."
"Anyway. Don't give Metalhorse out there any spirits. That's the moral of the story."
"Also heard her admit she's underage earlier. I'm just trying to keep the bar from getting shut down. Legally, you don't give her alcohol, under...
"Yeah. I mean, duh, look at her. And Maya doesn't want the guard busting down her door."
Hey, guys. Could I maybe have a history lesson? I feel like I'm missing out.
He looked at her seriously. "Just a warning. You give that bat hard alcohol, Maya's going to be fuming. Bet money."
Asmo switched to his proper form and ran into the kitchen. "Sabe. We should chat."
"Rad. I'd like the whole thing, please. Fried."
"Eh, I'll live. Come to think of it, you guys sell chicken?"
"Which one's cheaper?" Raven sat up at the bar.
Queen Chrysalis is a legitimate businessmare.
Asmo shrugged. "Like I always say. *squee!* happens." Raven walked in and sat down, her guitar strapped to her body. "Well, all in all, good...
