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'Bout time we had another social thread, wouldn't you say, partners? Let's all settle down for a nice beer in the ol' saloon and kick our feet up. We've earned it. (Also, just an FYI, talking "Southern" about killed me just now. Don't expect to hear me do that often.)
Back at the Saloon once more. Sasha looked up at the flickering sign, sighing tiredly before shaking his head. Long mission after another. It was getting to the point where he could barely keep his eyes open long enough to get a glass or two in his system before he collapsed into bed. Certainly, gone were the days when he used to party like a moron and bring a humanoid home every night, alcohol suppressing his brain power under a heavy fog. Now, he figured he should get out and try to socialize. Or, at least, go out and pretend he was socializing so Cere wouldn't send him to a psychiatrist.
He always waved her off. He was fine. There was no reason to worry about his mental health. Just because he was too exhausted to socialize didn't mean he was becoming suicidal. He didn't draw energy from people. He drew energy from being left the hell alone until he chose to emerge from his domain. How hard was it for people to understand? He'd hired Cere because she would keep her mouth shut and not bother him. ... Then again, it was sort of nice to have someone care about him.
In any case, he was fine. He'd have a couple drinks, get a buzz, and then be on his way. And he definitely wouldn't try to climb Kartan like a tree if he spotted the burly man inside the Saloon. Totally not.