PC: ENDORSI

[headmt]

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w2, saturday.

[fisherwoman]

[She's in the common room, looking at the bar with a frown - but when she notices Molly, she turns his way.]

...I wonder if we'll get any better at this.

[headmt]

[Same. Same? He isn't sure he's in the mood to drink. But also. Perhaps it's the time to drink.]

Surely by continuing to random pick, our odds improve simply because more of us keep dying.

[fisherwoman]

Maybe tomorrow he'll reveal that he killed someone last week and we can all feel a little better.

[Frowning! But she looks back to the bottles.]

What do you want? [...] As long as it's less than some people had last week.

[smh sqx]

[headmt]

...Shite, I didn't even think about that until just now.

[the fucking. EXECUTION.]

Maybe nothing then. At least be clear eyed when we potentially face the gauntlet.

[fisherwoman]

[After a moment:]

Probably for the best. Maybe tomorrow, then. [...] I'm sorry, by the way. That we didn't find anyone.

[headmt]

Yes, well. Me too.

[Then he just goes for a bottle of something. Fuck it.]

Just-- Can't say I'm too fucked about the guy who was threatening to be-hole people's heads, but. Shite. To get at least one right.

[fisherwoman]

Well, maybe next week. It's important to set new goals every day, right?

[Ha. Anyways, she's pushing two glasses across the bar towards him.]

[headmt]

[lmao

filling both glasses - it looks like something clear and burny.]

Throwing that one back in my face, huh?

[fisherwoman]

Yes, I live to make fun of the things you've said.

[taking a sip! and making a face.]

Ahh, that burns...

[headmt]

It's not bad, right!

Anyway, I think I could take the man with the hole in his head in a fight, even with a little bit of drink in me. If it came down to it.

[fisherwoman]

Did you have something like this back home?

[She snorts, though.]

Well, his whole thing is that he thought he was helping people, right? Maybe he wouldn't even want to fight.

[looks at execution and sweats]