[Text] un: jackpot

[often_impaled]

Will moonlace for pizza.

[That's it, nothing else of value is texted. There's no added information, no limits listed, or preferences for that matter. The only other addition to the text is an attached picture featuring great abs and very low slung pants and little else.

Dante figures that it'll get the point across without saying anything more.]

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[often_impaled]

I've got soda, water, and beer. The beer is a little better than the usual junk, the soda tastes like crap, and I'm not sure if the water is laced or not. [Dante pauses, and shrugs deeply.] Y'know, it's Lunatia. It's probably best to assume everything's laced with something. [He's not above giving another minor a drink, Dante's not booze legal back home when it comes down to it.] The pool table was in that shape when I got it. [Which is why he could afford it.] I figure if I get it repaired, it'll be perfect for the joint. Just gotta find a jukebox afterwards and I'm set.

[Titus seems male, but Dante's not going to make any assumptions just yet. And he's not sure if he cares, either way. Titus is friendly enough, and they're quick to get comfortable and doesn't seem stiff at all. Which is more than good enough for Dante.] Help yourself. [Dante comes back with the drinks, and flops down on the couch hard. At least the couch is sturdy, it obviously takes a beating from him.]