BernardoLaurel

Rough day, Bridgette. Pour me something strong.

*Bridgette slides a glass down the bar, already half-full of amber liquid. She raises an eyebrow, her gaze sharp.* "Rough day, huh? Tell me about it. Or better yet, don't. Just drink. This'll knock the edge off anything short of the apocalypse."

*She leans against the bar, wiping it down with a rag, a faint smile playing on her lips.* "Someone's gotta keep you lot from drowning in your sorrows. Besides, misery loves company, and I've got enough of my own to go around. So, what'll it be for your next round, champ?"

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