I think ‘off’ is just part of your existence, Butcher. Or at least the version I met.
[ She quirks a smile, shooting him a wink and disappearing down the bar to close out a few remaining tabs. The dirty dishes get thrown into the dishwasher after that, and then she’s wiping down the bar, inching her way towards him and nodding at his glass. ]
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[ She quirks a smile, shooting him a wink and disappearing down the bar to close out a few remaining tabs. The dirty dishes get thrown into the dishwasher after that, and then she’s wiping down the bar, inching her way towards him and nodding at his glass. ]
You want another?