"The tavern." she says, gulpin' th'rest ovver punch. Ain't quite so sure she needs more t'drink, consid'rin' th'way she's startin' t'look, but whatever, s'on'er dime. We head down Silk Road t'gether, outta th'crowd (which duz m'nerves a sight good). Tavern's still safe space so far's'm concerned, so'm glad t'be'ere.
We head inside 'n find a table. This time'a day's nearly empty, so't ain't no trouble. I order a sandwich anna beer, 'n we get settled in. "So," I says t'th'li'l pale thin', "whatcha wanna ask me?"
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Date: 2010-09-23 02:26 am (UTC)We head inside 'n find a table. This time'a day's nearly empty, so't ain't no trouble. I order a sandwich anna beer, 'n we get settled in. "So," I says t'th'li'l pale thin', "whatcha wanna ask me?"