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Well you weren’t exactly planning on having an afterparty in whatever hole you end up passing out in tonight and Talbot’s being remarkably polite for once in his short, stupid life, so you don’t have much trouble in giving the guy an answer! Sure, you reply with a reassuring nod, he can find you later!
“Whuh-really?” He asks with a surprised expression, “Uh, alright. Cool.” Okay, you frown, what’s <span class="mu-i">that</span> all about?
“Nothin’, just…” Talbot mutters before downing the rest of his beer, “I expected you to argue more, or something. Y’know, like usual.”
If he wants an argument you’ll <span class="mu-i">give</span> him one, you snarl as you take another swing at his shin with your rubber-booted foot! Hold still, you bas-
Before you can introduce the janitor to the agony of deFEET, an unholy din of drunken cheers ring out from the direction of the arena followed by an unfamiliar voice amplified by a microphone!
“<span class="mu-s">SET THE TABLE, FOLKS, CUZ’ THAT CHICKEN’S DONE! What, is that racist? Am I be-I’m on the mic, man, jus-OKAY, MOVING RIGHT ALONG! UP NEXT FOR THE BONE BRAWL AND YOUR ENTERTAINMENT… LET’S CALL ‘TALBURT’ TO THE RIIIIING! SERIOUSLY, GET OVER HERE!</span>”
Eyes bulging at the announcer’s… announcement, Talbot glances at you excitedly! “That’s me, Stan! I’m up!”
Uh, rewind the tape, doofus: he said ‘Talbur-oh. Nevermind.
Flagging down the bartender for two more beers, the janitor dramatically sweeps the fresh drinks off the bar and onto the ground the second they’re placed in front of you! HEY!
“NO <span class="mu-s">TIME</span>, Stan! Let’s GO!”
Snatching your hand in his, you trail behind him like a deflated pool toy as he lumbers back towards the <span class="mu-g">ARENA</span> with the grace and speed of a drunk buffalo!
“<span class="mu-r">This is fun. I’m having fun tonight!</span>” Nats remarks as you flutter in the chilly evening breeze like a forgotten kite!
>CONTD.
