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"I refuse to take it back, you are so hipster, you exude hipster like its ******** contagious. If you smoked again I'd have to give you this ******** like, cig stick so you could be hipster enough." He filled up both of their glasses lazily and set the bottle back down. "Maybe you could smoke a pipe instead, like Sherlock Miller, super sleuth."

His grin broadened a little, "Though, you telling me you wouldn't be a Starbucks staple if we had one? That you wouldn't sit with your like, kindle or ********' books all day? I bet you'd like hunter indie bands and ride an old fixie. One of those like original hipsters."

Jordan got a skeptical look which veered off into amusement as the other man decried the quality of mass-production coffee like a true hipster. The mention of folk music made his expression freeze even more in the familiar rictus of trying very hard not to laugh.

"Point ******** made, I'm just saying."

Taking a long sip, he smiled with that almost Blue kingdom smugness. "I dunno man, some people would want tae see that, you have a lot of assets in that area."

He added. "I'd like to see you write poetry too. I think that would be ******** amazing."

Rep's grin didn't fade at all. "You are such a stick in the mud." he said.

"I can ******** write poetry." The hunter announced, looking thoughtful for a few moments before he randomly hit out with something which sounded good in his head and not so good outside of it.

"There once was a hunter called Jordan who had booze he was surely affordin, so he came to mah bar, liked his coffee above par and his troosers he refused to shorten."

He beamed smugly and took another sip. "Also hipsters were never cool man."

"Same difference, still a poem. I know plenty poems, no hard. Bet you could do it if you ******** wanted to. If I can, you certainly can. Was always the case man." The giggles were contagious, Rep having a laugh himself before he nodded.

"I guess you ********' didnae. I'm cool though. Super ******** cool, like the 90s rode in on a teenage mutant ninja turtles skateboard with a mullet."

"Eh, they're not so bad." It came with an easy sort of grin, Ever looking up at Lawr with no apparent recognition. Almost absently, he reached a hand out toward them, fingers pressed close to Tubadiah's carrier in a familiar sort of way. The minipet probably wouldn't recognize him, though. Their interaction had been somewhat limited.

"Better than sheep."

"Oh aye. I know that one. That's one of the main ******** ones I know. If his ear was a c**t he could ******** it." He beamed like a kid who had just dared to say a dirty word for the first time for an audience. "That's a bit racy for you though man, I'd never have thought you'd know that one. And to think I ******** had you down as innocent."

He topped off their glasses. "******** I would love a pizza, a big ******** stuffed crust spicy chicken one. Augh." he shoved Jordan without any real force behind it and said. "Now you've got me ******** craving fast food again. All I have is shitty microwave food up in the room. And er. Leftovers. From something Ace made."

It was clear neither of these were enormously appealing.

Ever was certainly too far toward drunk to notice anything like missing hands or cagey minipets. Tubadiah's whimpering was greeted with an easy little shift, as much of a pat as he could manage. The temptation to take him out and settle him against one shoulder was strong, but without America's okay, he smothered it.

"We had goats and chickens, mostly, and our goats were chill as hell, but the neighbors had some jumpy a*****e sheep." Almost absently, Ever turned his unoccupied hand to show a faint scar along the outside. It was faded almost to nothing, enough so that he looked confused for a moment, checked his other hand, and then nodded. That was the right one.

"The chickens were assholes too, though."

"Sheep I think, as a gen'ral rule are assholes, not their fault though, they just ain't so bright. Its the same for people, the real stupid ones give all the others a bad name. I've seen some things in sheep country." he inspected the hand. "Must have been nasty when it happened. I had cats. A whole lot of cats, my neighbor had a farm though, one of them like, suburban organic gardner types. Hydroponics, the whole lot." he grinned. "Chickens are ruthless. They can peck a dead one clean in under a day. Protein."

He raised a brow at Tubadiah. "Are we allowed to take them out to pet them? That one looks like it really needs some TLC."