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[visual | location: a Wilde bar] the streets of gold i've yet to find

After February Jason needed several rounds of a good beer. Drinking on his own was fine, but not knowing where his own local bar was located, in his opinion, was just sad. It didn't take long for him to find what looked like a sports bar. Thankfully it looked much more like Merlotte's than Fangtasia.

When he sat down and ordered what was on draft the bartender slid across a full mug without asking for payment. Looking confused, Jason asked the extra how much his drink would cost him. After informing him that during the month of March, all alcohol was free in Taxon, the bartender left to bustle about his busy non-business.

Jason quickly pulled out his tablet, eager to be the bearer of good news. "Hey, I dunno who all is watchin' this but alcohol is free all month! I don't care what anyone else does, but I'm getting myself trashed right the fuck now. If you wanna make it a party and join in I am ok with that too."

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"Why?" Brennan asks in confusion, a frown knitting her eyebrows together.

Why what, one may ask; why was Jason planning on getting trashed, why was the alcohol free, why for the party - who knows exactly, but the anthropologist is suspicious. Why isn't anybody else?

Jason is going to go with what to him seems like the most obvious why.

"Why's the booze free? Hell if I know, but the bartender's been keeping his word. Good enough for me."

And what do you do with an unlimited supply of free alcohol? That's where the trashed party comes in.

Suppose that was the most pressing question. Tilting her head to the side, Brennan continues her questioning.

"And that doesn't sound even a least bit dubious to you?"

Hey, they did just have a zombie invasion. It wouldn't surprise Brennan overly much if this month's quirk turned out to be something extra (no pun intended) in the free alcohol.

He was halfway tempted to poke at the bartender just for a reaction.

"I don't think extras can lie. They just hang around doing shit."

"Correct, but the Extras have been placed here on behalf of the aliens, and the aliens just gave us zombies last month and nearly had us all killed. Now free alcohol? There has to be a catch."

Didn't anyone else think this sounded just weird? Brennan couldn't understand it.

"I don't think they'd kill us for real. The people who died last month came back. What sort of trick d'you think they're trying to pull?"

Death in relation to the zombies is still a bit of a sore subject and he'd rather not talk about it just yet.

"Well, I'm not entirely certain," Brennan admits grudgingly. She hates not having the answers. "But the whole thing feels... off."

That came out even more grudgingly, because more than not having answers, Brennan dislikes 'gut feelings' that aren't backed up by hard evidence.

"Well until something bad happens, I'm takin' the chance." He takes a drink as if to emphasize his point.

"Ain't they never done something good before?"

Brennan just shrugs one shoulder slightly as if to say that was his choice to make and she wasn't going to argue it further.

"Not that I can think of, no," she shakes her head, "But then, I've only been here since last September. And the zombies was the first occurrence that was well and truly life-threatening to the citizens at large. The other glitches we've had during the time I've been here have been inconvenient, yes, but not dangerous."

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