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[This is a bar post.
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Gilgamesh is working at the bar. Well, working isn't exactly the word that could be used here. He's sitting behind the bar, reading a comic book with all the liquor set out on the bar free for the taking. Gilgamesh likes comic books, this is canon.
Maybe you're thirsty after doing some exploring on the new road and are stopping in. In that case, if you take a seat at the bar, Gilgamesh will glance in your direction but unless you've got something to say, enjoy the free alcohol. If you're someone he recognizes good at fighting, he's got a special surprise for you.
If you're underage...
...well, he doesn't care. This is how things roll in Ancient Sumeria.]
AKA
Gilgamesh is working at the bar. Well, working isn't exactly the word that could be used here. He's sitting behind the bar, reading a comic book with all the liquor set out on the bar free for the taking. Gilgamesh likes comic books, this is canon.
Maybe you're thirsty after doing some exploring on the new road and are stopping in. In that case, if you take a seat at the bar, Gilgamesh will glance in your direction but unless you've got something to say, enjoy the free alcohol. If you're someone he recognizes good at fighting, he's got a special surprise for you.
If you're underage...
...well, he doesn't care. This is how things roll in Ancient Sumeria.]
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Ch... This alcohol tastes like shit. It's got to be the company.
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Really, men like you annoy me the most, and yet that's all that seems to exist ninety percent of the time.
[Nei stands finally, and leans over the counter nearer to Gilgamesh]
You see, I already know how men like you are. Vain, arrogant assholes who stand behind their power, but have no real idea of how things work. Men who make wide claims, but refuse to back them up under the premise of it being below them.
Thankfully, men like you die alone and lose everything you hold dear if they don't figure it out. And you, I doubt will ever figure anything out. So have fun being a lonely prick.
[She goes to leave, waving at him]
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