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[darkforcerising]

I need someone to get me drunk.

Because, correct me if I'm wrong, I hear drinking alone is sad and pathetic.

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No worries! :)

[not_as_i_do]

The bar Martin directed Anakin to was annexed onto a local hot dog shop - an odd place for a bar, to be sure, but the name of it made it clear he had chosen it with a tongue-in-cheek sense of humor. So Anakin might have been looking for a sign for Please Don't Tell, only to not find one in sight.

Just as Anakin might have been about to wonder if Martin had gotten his addresses mixed up, the doctor showed up in dark-wash jeans, bundled up in a wool peacoat, his riot of hair jammed under a knit toque. "Anakin, good! Come on, I'll show you the way in. You're going to love this."

Re: No worries! :)

[darkforcerising]

Anakin eyed Martin warily. "You didn't actually trick me into going to a sex club with you?"

[not_as_i_do]

"Cross my heart and hope to die, I didn't." He grinned, leading Anakin through the shop. "Do you want to grab something to eat while we're here? They let you bring it through into the bar: I highly recommend the tot-chos. Sounds a little silly, but ... nacho toppings on tater tots are surprisingly good, and go well with alcohol."

Yes, he knew Anakin wanted to get drunk, but the boy was going to need something in his stomach anyway.

[darkforcerising]

"Tot-chos sound amazing," Anakin said, his eyes lighting up, and stepping into line to grab some.

It didn't take long before he had a cardboard container full of nacho toppings covered tater tots in his right hand. Right hand because while the cardboard was suitable for taking the tots on the go, it was thin and the heat of the food bled through, and Anakin's right hand didn't sense pain, of all things. Useful in times like this.

"Lead the way."