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"Hey Marcus, can i get you to do something for me?" You ask, prompting the Tapir to shrug and nod lightly.
"I guess, as long as its not something weird."
"Cool, just hang on a second." You step into the back and rummage around until you find what you're looking for, and pop back in a few moments later carrying two bottles with blank labels, whixh you quickly pop the caps off of before handing one over to Marcus.
"I didnt order a drink, Dart"
"Don't worry, this ones on Todd," you call back as you make your way around the bar. "He's been getting into brewing, and gave me a case to offer some of my friends to see if he can sell it."
Marcus stares down at the bottle for a minute before looking up, confused. "We arent really friends though, Dart."
You laugh as you hop onto the stool next to him. "Sure, but youve been coming on here 3 times a week since I got here. That makes you about as close to a friend as I've got."
He stares at you incredulously, statong plainly "bullshit"
"Nope, its true. I don't really have much of a social lofe outside of work."
He sighs and looks down at the open bottle in his hand, sniffing at it "thata pretty sad, then."
The conversation is pretty awkward, so you push on, "Either way, we've spent a lot of time together, so its plain to see somethings bothering you. Did something happen at work?"
He sighs and sets the bottle down with a soft thud, "yeah, i got a promotion."
"Isnt that good news though?"
He leans back with the heels of his hands over his eyes. "Yeah thats what everyone says. But it just doesn't feel that way. I dont know how to explain it and it just feels even worse that i cant bebhappy about it."
"Why not? Are you gonna have to make some change for it?"
He slams his hands doen on the bar, startling you, but catches himself andbapologizes, "shit, sorry. Im not mad at you its just ... Frustrating. nothing is changing, i didnt do anything for it; just gotbcalled in to the manager's office and Maggie told me i had a new title and a pay raise. And i should be happy about it, but I'm not. And i can only think that theres something fucked up in my head, because it feels wrong but i cant put it into words. Like..." He trails off, before you offer an end to his sentence,
"Like youre just not in control if your life?" Its a feeling you're pretty familiar with.
"Yeah ... Something like that." He says, trailing off.
The airnis still awkward and heavy forba few more minutes as you sit quietly, before Marcus brings the bottle up to his lips and takes a big gulp. You follow suit, and almost cough as it hits your throat. Its some kind of mead, but you have no idea what else todd has put in it. It is unbelievably cloying, like a cheap powdered fruit drink with wy tok much powder. You lower the bottle to your side and look over to Marcus, who sets his doen on the counter and looks over toward you.
"You know what, Dart?"
"Yeah?"
"This tastes like shit."
"Sure does."
Marcus chuckles and smiles weakly.
The bar is closing in 5 minutes. How will you finish your conversation with Marcus?
Additionally, what will you do after you-ve finished cleaning up?
A - play video games
B - study for your obline business course
C - get to bed early and rest
D - something else (specify)
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