[Not long after Hawke arrives, the Bull himself saunters in. As usual, shirtless. But sporting worn white exercise pants with another ridiculous logo on the ass. He's a regular here, judging from the waves he gets. And the money passed to the bartender without a word.]
[He slides in beside Hawke, already nabbing the little bowl of peanuts. And shoots her a broad grin.]
Looks like nothing shitty happened this time. Go us.
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[He slides in beside Hawke, already nabbing the little bowl of peanuts. And shoots her a broad grin.]
Looks like nothing shitty happened this time. Go us.