[Interlude at the Bar] Getting Nadia a Dress ⚒

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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 I've decided to go with Nadia instead.
―Are you mad? Have you actually lost your mind? ― Marty quite rudely interrupted my freshly formed though.
―No. It makes sense, why go with my bitch of a wife, when I can just take woman who actually likes to fuck me right?
―No. No you can't. That's the whole point of that party right. You have to go with your wife.
―Well. I won't. Never-mind. I'll figure it out. Anyway, what I was about to say is that she said she needs a new dress. I mean that makes sense with the theme of the party and all. But 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 again.
―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 what about your partner's a new dress?
―Well I told her I will pay for one.

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