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Jameson Rook walks in to the bar. He rolls his shoulders something feels off. He felt fine outside, now he feels different. Reaching the bar he orders a drink then looks at his hand on the bar. That doesn't look like his perfectly manicured hand, he curls his lip looking at it and something tickles his nose. Reaching up he feels a mustache. He knows full well he didn't have one before. Unable to take not knowing he orders a mirror from the bar and then blinks at what looks back at him.

Horror is the only way to describe the look on his face. Not his face but the one he's currently got. This is not his pretty face that sells millions, of magazines,

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME?!"

Anyone is welcome to come comfort or slap him around a bit.

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he nods and takes it.

"Thank you." And he means it. "Okay, how do they keep you from opening it?"

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"Oh, they don't," Gus says. "Blame it on that fucking walrus."

"Is the walrus a person or did a large mammal fish thing maul you?"

Gus here is were you can get your bluff in again, until he notices scars. Just don't let him get naked and it works!

"No, he's a fucking fed, man," Gus says. "Big fat bastard, and bent to all hell."

Gus can watch his own nose curl up and a frown.

"That's not good. Then maybe can order a draft beer then."

"Good luck, pal," Gus says.

It's sort of fun watching someone freak out over everything that Gus has just grown to accept as inevitable.

He walks to the bar slowly using the cane and frowns when he orders a beer and gets a soft drink.

"What the hell, You made me him you BAR! You should know I'm not him!"

Then this should be entertaining.

"Hurts less if you hold that on the other side," Gus says, referring to the cane.

He knows exactly what it feels like to be in this guy's shoes, and he's not so heartless that he's gonna just let the guy hurt all day.

Then, he can't help it. He orders a Sam Adams, and is quite pleased to find his order filled.

He's even more pleased when he can open the damn thing.

Rook takes a drink at least he got a Coke.

"Thanks, hey I wonder if because it only lets me have Coke if this also goes on your tab?"

Gus shrugs. "Never pay it anyway," he admits.

Supposedly, people get in trouble for that, but he's gotten away with it so far.

"Really how big does it get?"

He's interested because he doesn't want to run it up.

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