Ain't that the truth, never got them gangs who don't.
[For all Guzma was feared by his grunts, they also unconditionally loved him. Part of that was because he actually knew them and interacted with them. He related with each.]
Big spender, huh? Well, I ain't one to turn down free drinks, yo.
[By now, they're certainly not far from the bars, and Guzma's definitely thirsting for some booze. He wants to get fucking trashed, and doing so on someone else's dollar is 100% fine by him.]
[because... what other gangs?? HE'S FROM THE PAST...]
Good. Consider it bonding, and mutual liver-destroying. [he pushes the door open to the first bar they come across, not really being picky.] This steam punk shit is killin' me...
[to guzma:] You wanna get started right in or pre-game?
True that! Idiots don't know what makes a team great.
[And they failed again as "Rainbow Rocket". Some dudes never learn!]
That's my favorite kind of bondin'! Well, one of 'em.
[The others being left ambiguous, but considering who Guzma is they should be obvious. Guzma follows him in, and makes a sound of agreement on the Steam Punk front. Never got the appeal, and being forced to live in a city drowning in it only furthered his inability to get it.]
[Which is entirely true, but maybe not for the specific topic Archie brings up right after they get their drinks. Guzma's taking a fat drink of his when he asks. Putting his beer down, he shrugs.]
Sure, why the hell not. You know a place, or do ya do 'em yourself?
[It's probably high time Guzma gets an actual goddamn tattoo, considering the purple skulls he had on his arms were... spray painted on using a stencil...hm.]
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[he claps his hands.]
I got enough to cover a few drinks for both of us. I'll spoil ya-- get ya into the Aqua spirit.
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[For all Guzma was feared by his grunts, they also unconditionally loved him. Part of that was because he actually knew them and interacted with them. He related with each.]
Big spender, huh? Well, I ain't one to turn down free drinks, yo.
[By now, they're certainly not far from the bars, and Guzma's definitely thirsting for some booze. He wants to get fucking trashed, and doing so on someone else's dollar is 100% fine by him.]
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[because... what other gangs?? HE'S FROM THE PAST...]
Good. Consider it bonding, and mutual liver-destroying. [he pushes the door open to the first bar they come across, not really being picky.] This steam punk shit is killin' me...
[to guzma:] You wanna get started right in or pre-game?
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[And they failed again as "Rainbow Rocket". Some dudes never learn!]
That's my favorite kind of bondin'! Well, one of 'em.
[The others being left ambiguous, but considering who Guzma is they should be obvious. Guzma follows him in, and makes a sound of agreement on the Steam Punk front. Never got the appeal, and being forced to live in a city drowning in it only furthered his inability to get it.]
Whatcha got in mind?
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[he stops just after entering, looking around.]
Let's get right into it. I got some bad choices in me I gotta get out.
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[This ain't about Rainbow Assclowns, so Guzma's fine with just leaving it at that. Joining Archie in glancing around the bar, he nods.]
I'm always down for bad decisions, you know that.
[And if on cue, Guzma leads on, settling himself at the bar. Fuck getting a table, he wants to drink the dumb bitch juice at the fucking tap!]
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[archie slips onto the stool next to guzma, ordering some basic bitch beer to get himself started.]
I've been thinkin'... I want a tattoo. Another one. You wanna get one with?
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[Which is entirely true, but maybe not for the specific topic Archie brings up right after they get their drinks. Guzma's taking a fat drink of his when he asks. Putting his beer down, he shrugs.]
Sure, why the hell not. You know a place, or do ya do 'em yourself?
[It's probably high time Guzma gets an actual goddamn tattoo, considering the purple skulls he had on his arms were... spray painted on using a stencil...hm.]
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[he shakes his head with a snort as the drink is delivered. it's not clear if that was a pass or not? he doesn't say anything else on it.]
Hmmm, there's a few places around. Might be cheaper goin' to one of them instead of tryin' to do it ourselves...