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Good afternoon, you've reached Rowan Lewis at Gay Agenda dot Com.
Unfortunately it's no longer the 90s, so feel free to leave a message after the beep but I ain't gonna check it.
Text me like a normal person. BEEP.

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Fucking sweet. Like a proper proper pub? Sticky carpet and all?

Voice

[ragesagainsttheodds]

A proper proper pub.

It's like someone knicked it straight outta me village and dropped it here. It's fuckin' mint.

[ralliesprotests]

Bloody hell! I wonder if that's what they did? What's the graffiti like in the bogs? You can't just magic that shit up, surely.

And where is it? [They're sounding excited, though, because pub! What a taste of home.]

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Oh my god. I didn't even check!

[Guess who's scrambling to go check out the loos? And promptly starts cackling.]

Oh aye. There's some proper shite up on here 'Call Vex for a good time', 'Mab's a slag' all the good shit.

It's at the entrance of town. Called the Winking Wolf. Y'can't miss it.

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[Rowan laughs as well.] That's fucking amazing!

It's really yours? We need to do something to celebrate!

[ragesagainsttheodds]

I got the keys 'nd everything. There's some little bloke behind the bar who seems to be running it, but, he said it was mine.

A fuckin' lock-in, Rowan. We need to do a lock-in. I know there ain't any police here to bust us, but, still. It's tradition.

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[It's a shame they're on voice chat right now, because Rowan's eyes are shining bright.]

I haven't done a lock-in for years. I was technically too young to drink then and all. Let's do it! Can I bring Max and Lucas? I need to teach them how to drink proper.

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Fuck yeah!

We should bring Silent as well. 'Nd Corbin. 'Nd Deela.

Do it good and proper.

[ralliesprotests]

Lilith and your kilt boy too. Ain't a lock-in if it ain't full!

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Harry. He's called Harry.

Aye. We should invite Lilith. She's alright. She'd probably enjoy a chance to hang out without it being shit goin' on.

[ralliesprotests]

Oh, Scottish Harry? That makes sense. [Rowan dreads to think what the two of them together are like. Probably fairly well suited in a way.]

Yeah, though, I don't think she'd complain about the booze neither. She's all for beer pong, so maybe I'll see if I can scrounge some cups for her.

int botch

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Wait up. Harry's Scottish?

[Wtf, how did she not know this???]

That poor braincell

[ralliesprotests]

Well, I mean. He sounds Scottish? Ish? Who knows where he exactly comes from in this place, it might be some weirdarse fantasy Scotland.

You should ask him. He don’t like me that much ‘cos he tried [and succeeded] to pickpocket me first time we met, so you can imagine how well that went.

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Huh.

[They don't exactly do much talking.]

I mean. I knicked his kilt. So at least we're one for one on robbery attempts.

[ralliesprotests]

What did he have underneath? [Asking all the important questions here, okay?]

[ragesagainsttheodds]

[Ren cackles.]

About seven inches.

[ralliesprotests]

[Not the exact answer they wanted, but they’ll take it.]

Oh, there’s at least one reason to put up with him, then.

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Oh it's motivation all right.

[Or you know. Just sit on his face to make him stop talking. That's what we call compromise.]

All jokes aside, you gonna be okay if he's there? I won't get involved if you want t'smack him.

[ralliesprotests]

Nah, don’t worry about that. We ain’t best mates or nothing, but we came to an agreement. Invite him and have fun!

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Alright, so long as y'sure.

On that note; Silent.

...how the fuck do we get Silent t'come.

[ralliesprotests]

There ain’t no point trying to trick her into coming ‘cos she’ll just leave when she realises.

We’ll have to tell her it’s cultural or sommat and that she needs to come. Maybe if we invite Peony she can make her stay?

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Stag Night?

I mean it is tradition b'fore you get married and shit to have a proper night out.

[ralliesprotests]

Did they decide to go for it in the end, then?

I don’t reckon she’ll care much if we leave her somewhere naked though so we’ll have to think of a new trick.

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Aye. Silent said she wanted to do something proper. Askin' me about Fianna rites. I said we don't have like a proper rite, but most people do a handfastin' if they want somethin' proper.

Comes t'something when putting clothes on someone is more of a fuckin' prank. Can't even dye her hair a weird colour.

[ralliesprotests]

Yeah, she was asking me too, but I didn't know she'd decided on something already. A handfasting sounds better for her than anything I suggested anyway.

We could try and get her trashed? That might be enough of one in itself.