[Interlude at the Bar] Dress shopping for Izabella ⚒

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―So I was saying. What I was saying? ― I hung up for a second there, vodka might have not have been the best idea after all. Tonight I was drinking White Russian. Yes I still remembered Anitas tits, and instead of drinking Cider like a gentleman I decided to go with a drink of proletariat instead.
―You were saying about how you threw away all your dignity and begged your wife to go to the party with you ― Marty offered me a helping hang.
―No. Not what I was saying at all. That didn't happen. But thanks. Now I know what I was going to say ― I paused for a second to gather my thoughts ― What I was going to say is that she demanded a new dress. Right. I mean I get that the theme of the party and all, but she had fancy dresses that fit. But nooo. We have to go and get a new one, and pay few thousand bucks. It's going to be a fucking orgy right? Who cares what you wear, it's going to be taken off soon enough anyway.
―And what about you? ― Marty interjected.
―Luckily mans formal wear have pretty much stayed the same through millennia! Luckily they didn't go with the pirates theme ― I snorted ― So anyway. Thank gods. Nadia will make few mods here and there and I'll be good
―So you were saying that Izabella insisted on a new dress
―Indeed. So I told her fine. So In the end ...

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