[ Silco eyed him up and down, watched the boy sway. He seemed to stand up fine, though, and Silco had no interest in letting him stick around to take in the details of his office, or heaven forbid ā€” ask questions. As much as he didn't understand why Matt was doing this, he could only assume it was because he was a flighty, foolish boy, who prioritized partying and feeling "welcome" in the places he went.
And Silco, after all, had certainly done his part to scare him away from Draumahol, hadn't he?
His lips twitched, and he waved a hand, almost dismissively. ]
Get whatever you like downstairs, just don't pass out before you leave.
[ GregĆ³r, the bartender, would even offer him first aid, though he would brusquely tell him it's because he doesn't want him to bleed on the floors, and upset the boss. ]
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And Silco, after all, had certainly done his part to scare him away from Draumahol, hadn't he?
His lips twitched, and he waved a hand, almost dismissively. ]
Get whatever you like downstairs, just don't pass out before you leave.
[ GregĆ³r, the bartender, would even offer him first aid, though he would brusquely tell him it's because he doesn't want him to bleed on the floors, and upset the boss. ]