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[Tue 1 Jun / 4:38pm] |
Am I the ferryman of the Underworld, or the bloody doorman?
I need another drink.
[private to the Di Nocti] Golden boy has slipped his leash and is probably making his merry way upstairs as we speak.
Happy hunting, kids.
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[Thu 20 May / 1:05pm] |
Oh, bloody hell.
Of all the people to end up co-owning a bar with, it would have to be him.
At least his girl's gone topside again, so there's no chance for awkward questions. Prophecy girl's gone missing too (must be the season).
Golden boy, on the other hand, is staying firmly put.
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