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“Thank you. If you ever feel sad again, I’d love to talk another time. I’ll be around.” You politely thank her for her patronage!
“I’d be ‘sad’ in the morning with a hangover, I won’t be in any condition to talk.” She makes quotation marks with her fingers when she says ‘sad’. “Another time maybe.” She drops back to her seat upon having difficulty standing still.
“I will call a taxi for you, Miss…?” You ask her name.
“You want my name? I can’t divulge that information; don’t take it personally.” Despair Lawyer overshares everything but her personal information. You wonder how she was planning on representing you if she doesn’t want to say her name. “And yes, if you’d be so kind.” She does expect the taxi call. “Here.” She hands you one coin for the call. Even Crossbill has more spare change! Well, maybe you should be worried about why Crossbill has spare change to begin with…
“It’ll take a moment.” You grab the coin impregnated with the smell of alcohol.
You left Benjamin on his own again to take care of the call that’ll help Ms. Despair Lawyer get home safely. Good thing (?) the sad drunks aren’t an issue anymore, just a sorrowful sight in the background of a successful business. It took a moment for the taxi to arrive and take the drunk woman away. You wave goodbye and return to the scene of the crime.
With Despair Lawyer out of the picture, the other drunks are just dying on the spot, the booze has stopped flowing, their laments are turning into the sound of slumber, and one of them found the strength to walk away, not without paying mind you. Your inexperience makes you wonder if you should simply kick the ones left out, but you’re not a heartless tycoon... yet. This issue seems done, not a two-man job at the very least, so you send Benjamin to aid the others as you plan to clean the mess.
Among the remaining depressed, you noticed Annette once again, and you feel obligated to check on her. Your most important investor’s head is buried in her arms.
“Annette? You there?” Maybe you arrived late and she’s unconscious…
“Youuu talkin’ to meee…?” Annette is slurring her words. That’s not a good sign!
“Yes.” You want to chuckle because she sounds funny, but you won’t.
“Buuut, what about…? <span class="mu-i">Eeergh…?</span>” Annette is looking around for Despair Lawyer but she’s gone!
“You’re the only one here.” You raise an eyebrow.
“Is this a dreeeam…?” Annette grabs your patented lock of hair.
“Not with this smell.” You joke.
“…Thaaat’s what I reaaally like ‘bout you. Yer’ always funny and pooolite. Even if you don’t give a dingy bone abooout what I’m sayin’ you always stay and listen to me ramble, then you say somethin’ funny to cap it off and I’m like over the mooooon! Hehe…” Annette daydreams about your interactions. “C’mon… Sit next to me… let’s taaalk.”
