[Surprising probably no one, Dennis has returned to the torture chamber. He hasn't really done anything in here yet, but he's given longing dead-eyed looks at things and spent no insignificant amount of time visualizing their use on various people here. The only change from today than the days before is that someone else is already in here when Dennis shows up to be ~unsettling~.
Dennis hasn't been one to turn down hard liquor since he was like, twelve, and given that he's spent his adult life "bartending" (i.e. fucking off and doing whatever at a bar while ignoring customers), he's accustomed to all the different ways people imbibe. Including chugging. He dodges the pear of anguish and picks his way to through some of the bottles, selecting scotch.]
Why are you animals always throwing things? Your aim's shit, by the way.
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Dennis hasn't been one to turn down hard liquor since he was like, twelve, and given that he's spent his adult life "bartending" (i.e. fucking off and doing whatever at a bar while ignoring customers), he's accustomed to all the different ways people imbibe. Including chugging. He dodges the pear of anguish and picks his way to through some of the bottles, selecting scotch.]
Why are you animals always throwing things? Your aim's shit, by the way.