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soniaroadsqueenDante had found them a great bar. Dingy, grimy, and cheap. In what Ringo was pretty sure was one of the worse parts of town. Despite the time of day, they weren't the only one's there. There were also the sorts of people you might expect to be in a sketchy bar on a Friday afternoon.
People who Ringo wasn't even paying attention to. "Is whiskey the best way to do this?" she asked, glancing over at Dante. "That's what you usually have, right?"
She probably shouldn't be getting drinking advice from Dante, but it wasn't like she had anyone else to get it from anymore.
[ooc: Expecting one.]
People who Ringo wasn't even paying attention to. "Is whiskey the best way to do this?" she asked, glancing over at Dante. "That's what you usually have, right?"
She probably shouldn't be getting drinking advice from Dante, but it wasn't like she had anyone else to get it from anymore.
[ooc: Expecting one.]
