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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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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?

...

It's kind of degrading to them, you know? They care so much about you but you don't give a shit-- it's like discounting their affection. [ idly wipes down the counter ]

They sh-shouldn't care 'bout me.

Looks like they do.

Idiots...

[ nudges the glass of water ] Drink the water, Asch.

*almost childishly* No.

...Don't make me come over there.

*crosses his arms over his chest*

[ raises his eyebrows and shifts his weight ] You think I won't?

*looks at him, deadpan*

[ quirks an eyebrow and walks around to the other side of the bar, being sure to stash the tequila back underneath of said bar, puts his hands on his hips and stares him down ]

*deadpaaaan*

[ picks up the glass of water, holds it up to him ]

*shakes his head*