"wouldn't want ta talk ta someone named niko either," he says, waving off the fact she'd called him a different mans name. he'd long ago gotten used to filling in someone else shoes, even for a little while.
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"drinkin' alone?" a subtle comment and his own drink is soon it's way. if she was drinking alone, it wouldn't be long.

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"nah, don't sweat it," the drink that slides across the bar is a guilty pleasure of his - cherry vodka and sprite. not something he drank often, but just on those rare occasions.
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"i'll join ye then," he backs the lip of the glass into his mouth, then places it back on the coaster, "what brings ye by?"

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the woman he loved came back from the dead. he thought he'd be overjoyed — and he was — but there was also a thin layer of... something else. he couldn't face her right now. he didn't want to see her face, even though it was all he wished for these past six year. he could undersatnd.
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"ye?" his tone was casual, light, "no need ta get into it if ye don't want ta."

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it takes all the self-restraint he has, not to bark out a laugh. betrayal from those closet? he could write a book on his experience. instead, he runs his teeth across his bottom lip, hard enough to feel like he's going to draw blood.
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then, along with his tension, king lets go.
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"it makes sense ye. try talkin' ta em about it, or taa soon?" he takes another sip. "both of those, actually. just wanted ta get out of my place. nothin' as interesting as yer story." a small lie. kind-of.

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