"And I've just about got an entire city to run! Aren't we a pair of busy little bees...?" One last tip, and he drained the rest of his glass. He always liked the little clink of ice.
Vox sighed his satisfaction. The guy vexed him on days that ended in Y, but he knew his liquor. He knew his music.
He was inspiring.
His stomach twisted with the thought. The voice was grabbed by the shoulders and held deep into a handy bathtub, allowed to scream, bubble and struggle again.
Vox pushed his seat back and stood. "So it's time I buzzed back to the 9-5. Got an expo coming up, and I've got investors what need their annual buttering up around the corner. It's nothing on your November, of course, but there's my yearly pain in the ass."
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Vox sighed his satisfaction. The guy vexed him on days that ended in Y, but he knew his liquor. He knew his music.
His stomach twisted with the thought. The voice was grabbed by the shoulders and held deep into a handy bathtub, allowed to scream, bubble and struggle again.
Vox pushed his seat back and stood. "So it's time I buzzed back to the 9-5. Got an expo coming up, and I've got investors what need their annual buttering up around the corner. It's nothing on your November, of course, but there's my yearly pain in the ass."
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The thoughts kept Alastor quiet for a bit, but he eventually shrugged. Played nonchalant while Vox kept glancing at him oh so hopefully.
"I suppose we'll see," he finally said.
You need to cut this off now, before you have to cut him down again.