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[Soma sets the last shot glass down next to its fallen kin. He's already been here a while, and aside from a few conversations, there hasn't been much that really interests him, and the song the place seems to have on loop got old after about the third repeat. He'd been tempted to pull some karaoke a couple times, just to break the loop - as, indeed, some other people had already done. But after the third shot, a melancholy had set in good and proper, and that idea had gone out the window.]

Maybe we should. I don't think I like bein' drunk ver' much.