CAMILLE.

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[scrapdraught]

Me? No. One of the other clowns elected to.

[Which one? :itisamystery:

Anyway Camille only pours one drink. She brings it over, putting it into his hands and pouring herself a water thereafter. I'm godmodding a jug nearby idec.]

Don't spread it around though. Snitches get stitches.

[Kidding....]

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If this is a perk I get it, I'm taking it to my grave.

[ He so appreciates this as he takes a sip, then takes notice of her water. ]

None for you?

[scrapdraught]

Nah. [She waves it off with a smile, though a taut one.] I've been sober for a year.

[give or take a few weeks.]

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[ Surprise flickers across his face. ]

Congratulations. [ Glances back over to the barrel. ] Let me know if you ever want help returning that to the cellar.

[scrapdraught]

That won't be necessary. I'm no buzzkill. [Not purposefully. She drags herself to the fringes, plays wallflower while everyone else gets their kicks. Even now she prefers to be out of sight, out of mind.]

So. What was it that drew you to this fair theatre today? Wasn't me, I know that much.

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Now that I know you're here, I'll have more of a reason to visit.

[ Hehe... and then becomes not hehe. ]

I thought I needed to get away from my own lodging assignment.

[scrapdraught]

[What a consummate flirt. She smiles into her glass as she sips. The attention is nice sometimes. It doesn't feel too pointed or earnest either.

Safe. Just for laughs, nothing more.]

What's the matter with them? Are they wearing on your nerves?

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[ They are cleaning the barn... Aventurine does not want to participate. ]

They're mostly fine. [ MOSTLY ] But the smell of the barn becomes rather overpowering.

[scrapdraught]

[It's because you skipped out that they fuckin killed your ass.]

Then why did you choose to sleep there?

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[ THIS IS TRUE I THINK BOOTHILL WAS PART OF CLEANING CREW ]

I didn't! My name just ended up on the barn's plaque on its own.