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It's not the best gig Chris has ever been to, but considering it's on a fuckin' Monday and not on a weekend, he didn't really expect much. But it's been fuckin' ages since he's been to one not at The Phoenix, and even longer since he's gotten completely off his head at one.
There's a break in the music, and he's gone to the bar near the back of Hideout for another beer, only when he turns around, he bumps right into someone, half of his beer sloshes over the top of the plastic cup and right onto the bloke.
"Shit! Sorry, man," Chris says, though he's in such a good mood tonight that even having lost most of his drink isn't about to ruin it. He's not so sure about the other guy's chances for an alright night now, though.
There's a break in the music, and he's gone to the bar near the back of Hideout for another beer, only when he turns around, he bumps right into someone, half of his beer sloshes over the top of the plastic cup and right onto the bloke.
"Shit! Sorry, man," Chris says, though he's in such a good mood tonight that even having lost most of his drink isn't about to ruin it. He's not so sure about the other guy's chances for an alright night now, though.
