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[no_justice]

 Death is sitting at the bar, eating a curry.


Delicious curry.

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[thisgrimfandango]

"Hey."

A few seats down, Manny is taking a smoke break.

"And I was starting to think I'd never see anyone else without skin in here."

[no_justice]

I tried skin once, Death says amiably. It was too much effort.

He turns and nods to a fellow professional. How are you?

[thisgrimfandango]

"Definitely cuts down on my morning routine," Manny agrees.

"And I -" He taps the ashes on the tip of his cigarette. "- am behind my sales quota for the month."

Again.

Unsure if this guy is a DoD employee of a different time, or something else entirely, he just asks in return, "How about you?"

[no_justice]

I am never behind quota.

Death is really good at his job.

[thisgrimfandango]

"Yeah, I used to be a hotshot too."

He exhales a puff of smoke, then adds, "I'm Manny."

[no_justice]

I know.

He offers a hand for the shaking. I am Death.

[thisgrimfandango]

"Ah."

Well, the blue-glowy thing makes more sense. Manny shakes his hand.

"I've had a couple people think I was you. Must be the uniform."

Manny's left his robe in his office for the moment.

[no_justice]

Usually, says Death, I don't delegate.

It's sort of a further explanation for the mistake.

Would you like a drink?

[thisgrimfandango]

"I must be in another world over."

For him, Death has a whole Department for delegation.

"Sure, I'll take a mezcal."

It appears in a shot glass in front of him. (Drinking during the workday is a lot more acceptable when you're a skeleton.)