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[nicevampireguy]

Alright everyone. Remember The Nancing Phony? The one that hulking dwarf Varric ran before he disappeared? (Excuse me, I mean, "was released".) I kind of inherited it, and thanks to some fine legal work by Mr. Edgeworth, we can open for business.

So. Come on in. Bar is open sundown to sunrise. And Edgeworth-- your drinks are on me.

Comments

[invisus]

heeeeey, so how much space are you gonna use.

[nicevampireguy]

What? At the bar? All of it, of course, I fucking own the place.

[invisus]

no, idiot. the apartment.

[nicevampireguy]

Considering it's my apartment... my room, half of the pantry, a few storage spaces here and there in the living room... the usual?

[nicevampireguy]

Wait. Just how long are you planning to stay with me and Dante?

[invisus]

[invisus]

maybe a while.

[nicevampireguy]

you've got to be fucking kidding me

[invisus]

ummm, where did you think i was staying before.

[nicevampireguy]

I don't know! Not in my fucking apartment, that's for sure!

[invisus]

i guess you'll just have to get used to it.