Weird people? [ He snorts and his good hand almost reflexively moves to look for another drink. Luckily his earlier request has landed them with another tray of vodka and martinis. "Weird" makes him think about a very specific group of people and he doesn't want to think about it right now. Everything had gotten... complicated. And the best way to deal with complicated shit was to get pickled off your ass. ] We're the weird ones here. [ With erased memories and shit. Apparently. ] More importantly, gotten laid yet?
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