[BLATANTLY IGNORING HIM AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE FOR THE NEXT 30 SECONDS SO HE CAN PAY HIS DAMN BILL
he is so sorry bartender he is so so sorry
The second that payment has been plucked up, Ote's slipping off his seat and grabbing up his spear from where it was hanging out behind one of the booths, a hand to his forehead as he heads for the exit... then turns back to make sure Owen is behind him.]
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he is so sorry bartender he is so so sorry
The second that payment has been plucked up, Ote's slipping off his seat and grabbing up his spear from where it was hanging out behind one of the booths, a hand to his forehead as he heads for the exit... then turns back to make sure Owen is behind him.]
You comin' or not?