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You know, this place is more obnoxious than a New York subway station some days. Nothin' but people with things they shouldn't have. Cripes. [ this would be Luke, playing bartender. he's irritated, but feel free to come by and ask him to make you something! ]

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[ puts the tequila away ] Why the hell not? What happened?

N-none of your business!

... Chill, Asch. I'm just curious, there's no obligation to tell me anything. I just figured it was my duty as a bartender.

I'll... I'll tell you w-when I'm drunk enough.

... I would say you're already drunk enough, but I suppose since you're not telling me anything you're not. [ pours more tequila in his glass with a sigh ]

*downs that shot quickly, waiting for another shot*

... [ pours him another ]

*raises an eyebrow at him* A-are you... planning on-on drinking me u-under the table?

I'm not drinking, Asch. [ gestures to his half-full Tom Collins ]

Th-then wassat? *points to said Tom Collins*

I'm not drinking it right now, I mean. How can I be drinking you under the table if I haven't touched the thing since I started pouring you shots...?

...Mm.

[ frowns, shaking his head and pouring him another shot ] You gonna tell me what's wrong before you pass out or after?

Depends.

I have the power to cut you off, y'know.

Y-you wouldn't... do that to... to a poor, depressed soul.

Watch me. Talking is a lot more beneficial than drinking yourself unconscious.

I think... drinking is very bene... ben... benemaficial.

... [ slides the glass of water back toward him ] Then drink this, you dumbass. Surely you can't be selfish enough to be drinking yourself stupid when there's bound to be people here who give more of a shit than you realize. Hell, you're worrying me, and this is the first time I've met you.

Why... why would anyone give a shit? If m-my father forgot about me... Heh... 's my second father who... who didn't want me...

[ frowns a little ] Parents are hardly something to gauge that sort of thing on. You must have friends, a lover, perhaps.

Had two. Real father and mother hated me. A-adoptive father forgot about me. A-and... And Luke has t-to deal with me enough...

This is why I said parents are a bad judge of your self-worth. You've got to learn how to love yourself before you can love other people, they probably weren't fond of themselves, either. And if your Luke cares about you the way I care about my Asch, there's no such thing as 'enough'.

I dun' matter. 'veryone else does.

... Have you ever thought that maybe it hurts the people that care about you that you don't give a shit about yourself?