second memory sequence // DICTATED

[seventeenth]

So are any of the bars around here hiring? Or anything else, really. I know working isn't exactly required, but I kinda miss my old bartender gig.

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[chancing]

[She'll bring him water when it gets hot.]

[assassino]

[A lesson in filters if he ever had one :'(]

[chancing]

[At least she's not actually saying anything? :<]

[assassino]

[But she knows, and it will have to come up eventually :'(]

[chancing]

[That does put a damper on things. :'(]

[assassino]

[oops]

[chancing]

[Might as well rip the band aid off now.]

Now why would they have any reason to believe that?

[She sounds so unamused.]

1/2

[assassino]

[God fucking damnit, really? What is his luck?]

[assassino]

[Trying to sound lighthearted...]

It's just a joke, Cristina.

[chancing]

[His luck is shit, to put it lightly.]

It is not a very funny joke.

[She does not believe him at all.]

[assassino]

[Sigh]

Well, after eight years, the mind wanders.

[And the eye. And the hand. And so on...]

[chancing]

[She is well aware that she is being unfair, but she is upset and doesn't care much for being fair right now.]

Has it continued to wander since you've been here?

[assassino]

I don't want to talk about this on the journal.

[chancing]

Fine.

[She closes the journal. That was a productive talk. She probsbly should have waited until she was less upset to say anything.]

[assassino]

[He closes his journal, too. He needs to go do man stuff to blow off steam.]