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[This has been a hell of a month for departures and bad news, apparently. Zack hates to add to the misery, but it's gotta be done.]
...Aerith Gainsborough's gone home. She didn't leave anything, but... if you were friends, you know how she felt.
Good Spirits is self-serve tonight. Sorry, guys.
[And Zack will be at Good Spirits for most of the day after that, serving himself. Despite the melancholy of his announcement, his mood will be switching between quiet and downright celebratory all night long. Coping, who's coping?
He also has company: a strange-looking winged dog, standing guard quietly at his back the entire time he's there.]
...Aerith Gainsborough's gone home. She didn't leave anything, but... if you were friends, you know how she felt.
Good Spirits is self-serve tonight. Sorry, guys.
[And Zack will be at Good Spirits for most of the day after that, serving himself. Despite the melancholy of his announcement, his mood will be switching between quiet and downright celebratory all night long. Coping, who's coping?
He also has company: a strange-looking winged dog, standing guard quietly at his back the entire time he's there.]
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What is this?
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I don't think it ever got an official name. We kinda just call it the SOLDIER Special. It has mako in it- the stuff that makes my eyes like this.
[He points two fingers towards his eyes, both obviously glowing with the unnatural internal light that regulars at the bar have grown accustomed to seeing by now.]
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[Cas puts his glass down with a thunk.]
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Cas pushes the glass away and stalks around the counter, heading for the door. Drinking souls makes him feel...dirty. He doesn't like it.]
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Hey- I never got your name!
[From the reaction he'd gotten to the alcohol, he's not expecting a response, but it's worth a shot.]
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Castiel.
[...and then he vanishes instead of opening the door and walking out.
Lazy.]