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[latino_menace]

There's a terrorist at the bar, having the worse day of his life. Ever. Bar none. And it's his own fault in more ways than one, but in no small part because he asked for it.

So, after not even attempting to sleep, he's back in the bar on a mission to drink until he passes out.

Please, if you're of a sensitive disposition, dont bother him. He'll snap at you and end up hurting himself more. Which he really doesn't want to do. Leave him to his two bottles of tequila and anyone else, please refrain from commenting on the way he appears to be trying not to shake.

[OOC: Second link has warning for disturbing content]

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[latino_menace]

And again, the need to ram his head into something. Now is really not the best time to be pissing people off... Especially the guy with the fire and lightning, which is kind of hard to miss.

He looks at the floor, then back up and mutters, 'I'm sorry, that was rude. I just...have a bad headache.'

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

He nods severely, the fire and the lightning dying around him. His voice still cool, but no threats. He appreciates apologies.

"Absolved."

The bard's dark eyes are cool, and unreadable.

[latino_menace]

And...he feels like he is. From that one tiny thing, he can feel it.

He nods at the stranger and turns back to his drinks. No...there's no way. They're not getting an apology out of me and thats it. I can last another thirty four hours. Haven't really got a choice.

But it makes him feel a little better anyway.

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

The bard returns to playing the sad music.

[latino_menace]

And he wants to scream at him to shut up again but knows it would be a very bad idea, so just grits his teeth and gets on with it.