*Fordrof walks in, you notice his Fedora is gone and his overcoat has a few bullet holes in it. His suit seems untouched, though*
“Huh, my last cigar. Anyone got a light? Also, Bartender, can I get some coffee?”
English
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“Yup.” Blaze leaves for a few moments before coming out with your coffee. “How have you been?”
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“Thank you. Well, I could be better. Just got out of a deal gone sour. Luckily I was wearing the John Wick suit, so none of the bullets actually touched me.”
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“Well that’s good.”
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“Yeah, I felt like I was in GTA with how much stuff I could fit in this overcoat! I had a lazer-minigun in here! I left it in the car, though.”
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“Geez, large pockets.”
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“Yet I still forgot to bring more Cigars with me.”
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“Heh. Space doesn’t affect memory I guess!”