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Current Location: Sicily

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*hums Ring of Fire, drinking steadily*

~~Junkyard Dog~~

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That's the man John Cash, yes?

*smiles and nods* Yeah. Fine musician. Dead.

Do you mind if I join you?

*hands the bottle over* Not at all.

*A glass appears in his hand, and he pours out a shot* Inquiring minds wish to know why you're drinking alone.

*smirks* I wore the husband out. He's unconscious, safely in the hotel room, where he cannot burn down a forest.

Oh? *Downs shot, pours another*

Yeah. Not that there are a lotta forests 'round here, but it's the principle. How are ya, handsome?

*shrugs* Well enough. I have a wedding to attend to tomorrow, then I'm planning on exploring Earth some more. It's so different than what I was used to.

Mab's?

When was the last time you explored?

Yes. She's a dear friend and peer. It's the least I could do for her.

*A small smile* To put it plainly, the last time I truly, deeply explored Earth, America was still a smattering of colonies on the Atlantic Coast.

*nods and has another drink* Yeah. Makes sense.

Ah, the good ol' days. Lots changed since then.

Are you going?

For better or worse?

No, I am not. Even if I had an invitation, ain't sure how welcomed I'd be at something like that.

For different.

Enjoying yourself?

Yeah. *grins* And hello to ya, too.

Hi.

What are you drinking? *slow smile*

*gestures at the bottle of whiskey* Maker's Mark. Want some?

Always.

*pours her a double* Here ya go, honey.

Thanks, sugar. *smiles*

*nods and gives her a once over before returning to his drink*

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