The Drunken Dragon, though an inviting sort of place, was not one of Dustin's usual haunts. It was close to his forge and a welcome escape should he require one, but otherwise he wasn't keen to pay Kang and his group a friendly visit, not while there was work to do and not while he had coffee.
Today, Dustin was in need of a welcome escape. For reasons that eluded him—a major part of his dismay—his room had been oddly quiet, there was a certain lack of snarky conversation in which he normally participated, a niche he hadn't even realized he'd created until it disappeared. For reasons that did not elude him he was inherently more cranky at the ship in general, at GLaDOS and her stupid cake more specifically, but mostly at the ship for putting him through this crap. Just everything. Shit.
So a genius walks into a bar...
...and stands by the door, letting it close behind him as he surveys this locale and its vocal inhabitant staring back.
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Today, Dustin was in need of a welcome escape. For reasons that eluded him—a major part of his dismay—his room had been oddly quiet, there was a certain lack of snarky conversation in which he normally participated, a niche he hadn't even realized he'd created until it disappeared. For reasons that did not elude him he was inherently more cranky at the ship in general, at GLaDOS and her stupid cake more specifically, but mostly at the ship for putting him through this crap. Just everything. Shit.
So a genius walks into a bar...
...and stands by the door, letting it close behind him as he surveys this locale and its vocal inhabitant staring back.