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[It's New Years Eve, which is only important to Naoki in that it means every corner and alley of this podunk town is lit up with noise and flooded with witches. It's the worst possible circumstances to search for anything significant, but he'd figured it would be this way, and there's a motel bed waiting for him where he'll be camped out for at least the next two weeks. Hopefully more, if anything worth investigating crops up.

It's pointless to try and hide from the chaos behind the thin walls of his room- if strangers want to get drunk enough to lose their lunches in the gutter, it's no skin off his back, but they could be fucking quieter about it- so Naoki treks across the town, crossing the road whenever someone draws near, until he finds somewhere a tad quieter to waste the hours away: a bar soaked in old spilled alcohol and older magic.

He folds himself into the corner and pulls out his notebook, and a clipped interaction with one of the staff- don't let them ask anything personal, cut the conversation off- results in more than one foul look shot his way. Still, a single freeloader from out of town crammed into a corner seat when everyone else is celebrating the new year isn't too much trouble, and Naoki is blissfully left alone- for now.]

[ the club is upscale and very exclusive, there are set rules on who gets to come in and out and andy is a regular, so he recognizes newcomers immediately.

he sees the guy looking around like a tourist, maybe even a little lost, and although andy doesn't particularly feel like taking charge today, he figures he can maybe show the guy the ropes, metaphorically speaking.

he walks over, a smile playing on his lips. ]

Hey. Having fun yet?

hey, what's up
sorry are you awake?

i break a couple of bones and its like defcon 1 over here
its not like i fckn died

( guess who was being unnecessarily reckless again. )

here we go mario

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i'm still setting up hang tf on

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