It's after midnight at the Misfit Pit. But since it's an open-twenty-four-hours establishment, the time isn't much of an issue. The building is predictably empty with just a few stragglers; including yourself, who sits alone at the bar with the bartender Jamie as your only real company. At your request, Jamie tops off your drink; but he looks at you with blatant concern as he does. After a minute or so of following silence, Jamie clears his throat. "Y'know uh, if you wanna talk, I can listen."
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