Heart Soldier Senshi - SATURDAY NOON PST
[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.
There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.
Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]
RECIPE BOOK
There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.
Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]
RECIPE BOOK

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...Could you open the juice cabinet for me? I find I don't want to stand up quite yet.
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I'll get you the juice, but. For real, that was pretty rough.
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Are you sure this doesn't change your opinion of me?
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[Tops up Doctor's glass with rum,]
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...Thank you.
[Sipping the rum.]
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...sorry you got a rough one.
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[...Motions him closer, and if he comes near enough, pulls him into a hug.]
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[Hugs are good, actually]
[Holding on tight]
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Thank you.
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