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New Faces

... I’d be happier with being the dumb old man. I just felt like taking a gamble. Can’t really be that rowdy with the alcohol like I used to be. I can still have a little fun, though.”

“Yeah, how’s that bottle of ‘little fun’ tasting, then?”

“Like all bottles of fun do: like piss, regret, and broken dreams.”

We share a chuckle as I sit down across from her.

“Sazh,” I say, extending my hand, introducing myself,

“I go by Fang,” she replies, accepting my handshake, “So if I understand you correctly, you were a bit of a party animal, yeah?”

“You could say that. I’m telling you now, I’m paying for it to this day. So before you indulge in those same mistakes, just know...people really don’t like it when you throw up in their flowers. So try your best to avoid that if you can.”

“Aww, but that was on my bucket list. What else am I gonna puke on?”

“Got any enemies?”

“A couple.”

“Well, there you go.”

She chuckles at my comment, taking another sip before saying,

“Quite the suggestion. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good to know. So what about you? Is this even your forte?”

“To be honest, not really. I drink, but I’m not someone who does it to party and get reckless. I just needed to clear my head and calm my nerves. As you can see from a few minutes ago, it was the best decision of my life.”

“You don’t say. What’s on your mind so much?”

“Oh, just a job that I never thought I’d ever have. Always hated the thought of having it. But that ...

... motherfucker Murphy and his dumbass laws put me on the route where that’d be inevitable.”

“Damn, that’s always the worst. Definitely a great reason to visit a bar and drink away your sorrows if I’ve ever heard one.”

“Yeah. It’s the only place I could think of to really get outta my own head, y’know? Everywhere else is...you know...unavailable...But enough about me. Let’s dip into the mind that thought that the best way to take care of himself and recover from previous damages to his body was to revisit the place responsible for some of those damages.”

“Heh, yeah, when you put it like that it’s not exactly the most optimal line of thinking, huh? But it’s basically the only place that I could go that’s both open and all age accessible.”

“And a simple walk in the park wouldn’t have sufficed?”

“Ah, ok. Let me rephrase. It’s the only place that I could go that’s open, all age accessible, and won’t put me in the grave due to extreme boredom.”

“Isn’t that what comes with the whole ‘getting old’ schtick? Aren’t you supposed to be boring?”

“That’s where I’m the exception. I might not be able to do a lot of things anymore without severe repercussions, but that won’t stop me from having all the fun I can.”

“Hm. So nothing’s gonna stop you from having fun, huh, grandpa.”

“What can I say? The ‘Never say die’ attitude never dies. And if you wanna test that theory, I’m more than willing to accommodate that to keep your mind off of those pesky, pesky stresses of ...