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I'm not spending any fucking money on a bracelet, so, just as a warning, don't tag me or you will regret it.  [ She may not look particularly intimidating but what she lacks in physical prowess, she more than makes up for by being filled with rage and an impressive amount of teenage passive aggressiveness.  She gives a rough shake of her head, annoyed, rolling her eyes. ]  This shit just seems like a good way to get punched.

[ Huff puff.  Debbie Downer here is not into this shit, ok.

She may or may not be bored at work, as well, so if you're in the neighborhood for some alcohol in a dimly lit dingy bar (that didn't bother with getting a sign, so markers away), please come annoy the new bartender.  She can be found leaning on the scuffed counter, scrolling through her phone with a perpetual sour expression on her face. Please don't ask for anything too complicated because she'll just make it up and you won't be happy. ]

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[scathefires]

[jason laughs warmly behind his glass.]

Thanks, but I think I’ll leave that to someone who’s a little more enterprising. I’ve already done plenty of time as a cautionary tale.

[it sounds like it could be a joke, but it’s not. he gently sets his glass down on the bar and looks up at her with a wry smile. might as well do this conversation properly.]

I’m Jason, by the way.

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[ Heather has told enough jokes that aren't jokes to recognize someone else's and, just as she's supposed to, she lets the conversation continue as if she doesn't. They're all just empty bodies to be filled with whatever suffering life feels like dealing out and he's clearly had his share. Probably more.

It's always more. ]

Heather Mason. [ She lies easily without any pause or twitch, second nature to her. Names don't really matter, she reminds herself. If she really believed it, she wouldn't need to remind herself of it so often. ] It'd be pretty personal shit to sell, I guess, can't blame you.

[scathefires]

Nice to meet you, Heather - when I'm not covered in blood, that is. [he gives her another of those halfway-smiles and a light shrug.] Apparently, my life's a comic book in some places, so I guess the personal shit's already out of the bag.

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And I thought I had a reason to have existential issues. [ No lie, she probably wouldn't be able to handle it if she learned of something similar. She's had enough existential causing issues to last her two lifetimes. ] How'd you find that bit of horror out?

[ How he doesn't feel the need to bleach his brain is beyond her. ]