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Can think of worse reasons. Especially if it keeps you from going up on a hook.

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I'm not sure there's enough beer out there to make me willing to deal with you lot from that side.

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David King, famously terrified of flashlights.

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I hear the little clicks and I just can't handle it.

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Fair enough.

Maybe I'll get the clown to lend me a couple bottles. See if I can get something going.

[Is it sad that his daydreams have been reduced to this?]

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Depends on how many fingers you're willing to give up, I bet.

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You know.

Would probably be doable if I didn't know what he did with them.

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What, you don't like it when a creepy old fat bastard cuts of your fingers and sucks on them?

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David.

[That's so fucking gross man. :(]

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Jeff.

[ you're welcome ]

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See if I share with you.

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Course you will.

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Yeah? Why's that? Maybe I'm not a sharing kind of guy.

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Because I'm such a friendly and likeable guy.

[ he's hilarious ]

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Maybe my brew tastes like ass. Could be doing you a favour.

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Min had me drinking some shit that tasted like a cross between battery acid and warm piss, sounds like a step up.

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Don't know what it says about me that I'm jealous.

I could kill a six pack right now.

[hardlydead]

I've got half a bottle of shitty whisky. Had to trade two teenage girls just about all my batteries for it, but I could share.

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Don't have much to trade.

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Listen, I'll just be glad to spend time with someone my age for a change.

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[He almost declines. He's not a great conversationalist, won't make for good company, but he's known David long enough that none of that will be news. So.]

Yeah. Sounds good, then. Appreciate it.

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[ hilariously that's part of why he likes Jeff. he's quiet, keeps to himself, doesn't pry. helps when he can but doesn't overstay his welcome. David can happily do companionable silence, it's better than the bitter ones he usually has alone. ]

Course. I'll be by the fire.

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[Sharing a bottle by a fire sounded like a pleasant way to visit an illusion of normalcy, if only for a few hours. There weren't so many opportunities for that here.]

Yeah. See you soon.

gently slams some action on the table

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[ and at the fire he is. jacket tossed on the ground next to him as he sits against a log, that look in his eyes they all get when it feels like it's been too long since their last trial, like they could be snapped up at any second to go die. so the company is welcome. ]

[ he holds up the bottle with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, offering it to jeff. ]

Tastes like shit, I'm tellin' you.

it's what we deserve

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[Jeff's quiet approach is more a result of endless hunting in the trials than an actual attempt at sneakiness on his part, and he'll take the bottle with a little grunt of acknowledgement as he eases himself down to a seat next to David. (And he might be unscarred from the killers' knives and hooks, but fuck if an injury much older than those things doesn't still make him frown when he moves a certain way.)]

All out of mixers. Sorry.