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Alcohol and mechanics don't mix.

"Y-yeah! 50,000", He said, chuckling. Once again, he pulled open the filing cabinet, pulling out a can of beer. He opened it up, taking a sip. "Ok, c-credits, please!" He then chugged down half of the can, alcohol dripping down his chin.

[member="Iris Tyrad"].
 

Iris Tyrad

A man with no friends, only live for revenge
50,000, a good price, though it was still a bit cheap for what Iris was buying. Reaching into his pocket Iris grabbed a small satchel. Inside the satchel was the 50,000. Removing the 50,000 credits, Iris lay them on the desk. "Are we good?" Iris asked, hoping he could get out as soon as possible, he was starting to get sick of everything, from the smell of alcohol to the mechanic himself.

[member="Webb Nytro"]
 
"WE'RE GOOD, MAN!" He shouted, taking the credits and drunkenly shoving them into the credit register. "H-have a nice f-fething day, nice doing b-business with ya!" He said, joy in his voice. He then nodded towards the door, letting out a slight sigh. "NEXT!" Webb shouted, motioning over [member="Keltin Gelfon"]



[member="Iris Tyrad"]
 

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