Welcome back to One Life. A quest that was originally intended to be a one-shot but now on it's fifth thread.
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>>6169408
>"How are you feeling?" She looks fine today, but last you saw her her eyes seemed tired and sad about the place she pantomimed in going up in flames.

>>6169408
>"How are you feeling?" She looks fine today, but last you saw her her eyes seemed tired and sad about the place she pantomimed in going up in flames.
It's considerate. Let's start with that. I DO want to segue at some point into figuring out of she's mute or just a super dedicated mime, though.

>>6169501
>>6169693
>How She Feels

Writing.

Sorry for taking so long. I was unexpectedly busy today.

---

"How are you feeling?"

You ask her, mostly to be considerate. From her behavior she seems to be alright, but it never hurt to check.

She pantomimed a bit, and with it jokingly informed you that she felt hungry enough to eat seconds. She quietly laughs, and you join her. However you notice her line of sight shift towards the ground a few times.

Perhaps this might not be the best place to speak about this? But then again, this was basically a home to her.

She motioned further as if saying "Really, it's fine!" though it was in a halfhearted way, you noticed. What an interesting woman. Was she so quick to bounce back, or was she merely putting on a strong face? It's evident that she isn't well. That question seemed to have taken her by surprise.

"Are you sure? If you wish to share anything, don't feel like you need to hide it" you respond. You honestly didn't know where this was coming from. You'd just met this woman a few days ago and here you were talking as though you'd known her for years.

She gave a silent giggle "Well, if I said that I was completely one-hundred-percent ok it'd be a lie. What happened was pretty scary and sad. But honestly, the part we escaped was exciting! Thank you for asking!" she smiles sweetly. At the very least she was being honest. Ho-ho, a near-death experience was 'exciting'? Now this seemed like a friend worth keeping. You have the sneaking suspicion she isn't exactly a thrill seeker. However, this did mean she probably wouldn't mind if you sped up while driving. You feel some relief at that latter thought for some reason.

However, hearing that also concerned you. You thought back to how you spoke with Ryan about such things, and how you felt much better after you'd shared your what happened with him. Perhaps she might feel better by talking about it? Yet that would require actually speaking, something she hadn't done as of yet, at least as far as you were aware.
Thinking about the bartender made your mind go to the bottle of Irish Blue you brought. If things went well enough, you may get the chance to pop it open with her.

And after that your mind wandered again...

The writing was on the wall. A small patch of green rose and swelled, spreading onto the wall. Slowly it took away the air, stifling the breaths of everyone in the room, slowly choking you. Friends, family, all of you were trapped. Slowly dying.
All you wanted to do was drive away. It didn't matter where.

You feel like someone is snapping their fingers in front of you. You blink.

[1/2]

>>6170557
Mimi once again had a concerned look. Her face is dangerously close to yours as she scrutinized you with utmost seriousness. You explain that you'd been lost in thought once again, this time the information makes her pout a little. You don't blame her, it is rude to daydream when in front of others.

"Maybe I should be the one asking if you're alright" is what a sideglance of hers communicated to you. You were tempted to just tell her everything that had, from when you'd taken Lucian to the airport onto this very moment, right then and there.

The mime then looks like she recalled something. Mimi then pointed at your ribs, as though asking how they healed so quickly.

>"This might sound crazy..." Try to explain the dream to Mimi.
>"I went to sleep and the next morning they were suddenly all better." Omit the surreal experience.
>"That reminds me, I noticed you were careful to hug me in a way that didn't hurt my ribs. How did you know?" Flip the question on her. (Share your experiences in the dream anyway? Y/N)
>Write-in.

And after you answered that, there was still more you'd like to talk about.

[2/2]

>Attempt to figure out why she's so quiet.
>Ask her more about herself.
>Just make smalltalk about meaningless things to pass the time.
>Write-in.

>>6170559
>"This might sound crazy..." Try to explain the dream to Mimi.

I figure Mimi is good at reading body language, and that's how she noticed we were hurting somewhere specific. Especially because she was around when we sustained the injuries, right?

>Ask her more about herself.
>Attempt to figure out why she's so quiet.
Both. Segue into it.

>>6170583
+1

>>6170583
>>6170603
>Crazy Sounding Story
>Her Quiet Self

Writing.

>>6171880
Welcome back! Bit of a lull. All well, QM?

>>6172000
Thank you!. I've been taking what that anon said to me last thread about not burning myself out to heart. Don't worry, I'm not going to flake, and I'll try to get faster (unless I'm feeling sick or tired).
Besides, I've been tired since New Year's and trying to get back into usual irl work groove.

----

"This might sound crazy..."

You explain to her the dream you had. The monk, the waters, the mirror, the sun, everything. You tried to emphasize how vivid and real it all felt.

She motioned with her hands every once in a while if when requesting further clarification, and nodded when understanding something surreal you said.

When you were done, you felt somewhat worried about her final reaction. You are not sure why you should care. Yet still you do.

Mimi looked at you expectantly, face practically asking you to tell some more dreams dreams of yours. You felt a little relieved.

And you did so. From talking to strange businessmen, to following a song, to a prairie with a box of ammunition.

You found her looking at you with a strange expression. You could basically read her thoughts from her expression "He doesn't look like he's lying." You should feel insulted, should you not? Yet you still don't. Her pensive look is rather cute.

"I does sound crazy, doesn't it?" you finally say.

Mimi looks annoyed at that comment "It's not crazy! Those dreams sounded cool." She crosses her arms. "Crazier stuff happened to me."

"What sort of stuff?" you ask.

Apparently some years ago she was kidnapped by a strange group of people that had an obsession with the concept of 'Leap Years' and wished to fulfill a prophecy of sorts. They were very rude and condescending to her, something she was used to if her offhanded shrug was anything to go by, and sought to dispose of her when she was revealed to be 'the wrong one'. She was saved by some men who looked like monks, not unlike the one you saw in your dream. This all happened in the span of less than a day. To this very moment she isn't sure what that whole deal was about. None truly believed her and she couldn't find much about it anywhere she looked. You wonder if the Noirs could help her in that situation.

She did have a few strange dreams after that incident, again not unlike yours. But these were far less vibrant and felt less 'real' than your own.

You...

>Elect to believe her. No reason not to, especially considering you've had weird encounters yourself.
>Are reserved about her actions. It may sound hypocritical, but you didn't want to suddenly be swayed by someone you'd just met.
>Write-in.

From there you and Mimi have a silent conversation about her past. For her entire life she's had terrible luck.

[1/2]

>>6172068
When she was born and she became soon orphaned afterwards and was fostered. That family was decent as well, but then also passed away too. Following that, when she was in school, she fell in love with pantomiming. You wondered if she had a natural talent for it or if it was just skill, or if there was another reason.

You decided to ask her more about that, perhaps finding more of a reason for why she was so quiet.

What she revealed following that inquiry was that her voice was always weak, and she would often be thought of as shy due to it. Charades would help her communicate and were always fun for her, so she decided to lean into them more and more as she became a devoted mime. From what you could tell from her proud expression, she even graduated with a 'Diploma of Pantomimicry'. It was somewhat admirable to display such determination in one thing, despite her impishness she seems to have a more orderly side to her. You couldn't help but want to know more about it. While she did seem happy, you couldn't help but notice how bored she seemed.

By this point there were a few stares. You could understand why. To everyone else this must seem like you're just talking to yourself while Mimi acted strangely. But, didn't she work here? It was odd to have such looks.

When you commented on it to Mimi, she basically said that most people didn't really give much attention to her here, and most took her behavior for granted. It was then you realized they weren't really looking at her, but at you. Though at this point you didn't care much, simply enjoying 'talking' with her.

Again you find how oddly effective this method is for quietly passing information.

Lunch was over at this point. The bagels eaten and the coffee drunk. She slipped a piece of paper to you when you were done, and on it revealed a phone number. Hah! 'getting a woman's phone number', what a classic.

"I wish I could use this to call you," you smile sheepishly "but I don't really have a phone right now."

She looks surprised. And why wouldn't she be? It was strange to not have a phone in this day and age. At least, if this day and age is 'modern' like you're assuming.

Mimi sighs and silently chuckles, before giving you a curious look. And a mischievous smile forms on her face and an expectant look in her eyes, almost as if she'd said "I've told you about me, now tell me about you."

[2/2]

>"There isn't much to tell..." Try to avoid the conversation entirely. Or if it came to it, you could just generalize and stretch the truth.
>"Sorry, that's a bit of an uncomfortable topic for me." You didn't want to talk with her about how you didn't know of your past, not with people staring.
>"Can we go somewhere else? I'm sure you know this place better than I do, we can keep talking there." You'll reveal to her about your amnesia, but you wanted to do so more privately.
>Write-in.

>>6172068
>Elect to believe her. No reason not to, especially considering you've had weird encounters yourself.
>>6172072
>"Can we go somewhere else? I'm sure you know this place better than I do, we can keep talking there." You'll reveal to her about your amnesia, but you wanted to do so more privately.

>>6172068
>Elect to believe her. No reason not to, especially considering you've had weird encounters yourself.

>>6172072
>"Can we go somewhere else? I'm sure you know this place better than I do, we can keep talking there." You'll reveal to her about your amnesia, but you wanted to do so more privately.
She's getting bored? let's go for a drive, somewhere fun. Tell her a bit about our tale while we go.

What do we know about ourself? We like to drive, ideally fast. We're sociable, and naturally curious. We are open to occult and magical thinking. We can fight.

>>6172093
>>6172136
>Believe And Begone

Writing.

"Can we go somewhere else? I'm sure you know this place better than I do, we can keep talking there."

She nods her head, no hesitation in either her action or expression. You believe she understands your reasoning. You smile at each other.

You offered to go take someplace else, or to just drive around. For a moment she pondered this, and you feared you might've overstepped her comfort zone. But she nods, and gives a quick thumbs up. Perhaps she merely considered where to go?

Both of you got up. Looking about, you notice that the eyes that had been staring at you were mostly not paying attention anymore. However, you notice someone else entering. A large, bearded lumberjack of a man, he spoke with a philosophical air.

Before exiting you, feeling somewhat bad about how much money she might've used, offered to pay for the meal. But she silently clarified that it was free for her. "It's only fair, since you bought that sandwich for me!" It's as if she'd said that. Yet the food was half-eaten.

"Oh? I thought we exchanged for that beforehand?" you inquired with a grin. Though she seemed to appreciate the consideration you had for her.

With a smile she rolled her eyes and lightly punched your shoulder. "You know what I mean!"

A part of you once more marveled that there was none else that took the time to understand her. Save for the other mimes, of course. In fact, it wouldn't surprise you if they already did have some sort of secret communications. Though that might be far fetched to consider. But on the chance there was one, you wished to seek it out.

Her steps, as usual, were rather light, oscillating between a skip and a walk. It was clear she had a near mastery over flexibility and agility--the methods she used, however, all carried a bubbly and prankster like quality to them.

She pauses before she gets in the taxi and traces a finger over the scratch on its side. You feel a slight twinge of annoyance, but you quickly dispel the sentiment.

"A couple of teenagers bumped into this by accident" you explained. A part of you began to wonder if you should seek them out, or would that be too petty? "I've been meaning to fix it up."

She continued to stare at it, then looked at you with curiosity. You began to feel ashamed of not cleaning it up before coming here. Yet you were overthinking it. Mimi isn't the type to care about such things. It was something to consider, nonetheless.

The mime looked at you and offered to help out, but you insisted on handling it yourself.

As you drove her around, she pointed in seemingly random directions.

"You'll have to slow down a little" you said like an idiot "I'll probably forget about it when I get to driving" the last part of the sentence reminded you of why you were doing this to begin with.

[1/3]

>>6173578
Mimi smiles innocently and looks at you expectantly.

"Right," you clear your throat "I believe we shouldn't beat around the bush. The truth is..."

And you tell her what you knew of your past. Or rather the lack thereof. She listens patiently, as you piece together the qualities of your life in a way that makes sense.

You hope you are not making a mistake now.

There was a red light. She looked at you intently. After a few seconds of silence she pats your shoulder reassuringly.

And then, in her eyes you see an open question. "Do you want to know who you were?"

"You mean you can restore my memories?" you ask seriously. Now it's your turn to look at her intently.

Mimi raises her hands in and, for the first time since you've met her, looks flustered. "I can't do something cool like that. I didn't meant to imply that! Sorry!

"That's alright," you chuckle "that would've been too easy, anyway."

But that made you wonder... Did you actually want your memories back? Life was, despite its twists and turns, pretty good so far.

>No. You were happy with how things were. You'd focus on the future, without opening any potential pandora's boxes.
>Yes. Your curiosity gave flavor to your wants. And it was a melancholy thing to simply forget about one's past.
>You'd wait until you had a better understanding and context of what was going on. Deciding on something now was unwise.
>Write-in.

Again she had an apologetic expression on her face.

After the mime gave you some more directions, you happened to pass by the park. Unfortunately, or fortunately (depending on whom you ask), it was completely closed off. Not even the parking lot was open.

"Mimi?" you said. She stared at it with some melancholy, but seemed to snap out of it. She pointed in another direction with a smile on her face.

Perhaps she wouldn't mind if you sped up, would she?

And so you do so, agonizing merely a bit above the speed limit.

Eventually you both end up by the port--the East Commercial Line.

"That was fun!" Mimi's face was ecstatic. You think this might be someone you'd like to keep around. If only she weren't so sentimental about certain things. That was an awful thought to have. You couldn't blame her for anything she felt, and you hoped she wasn't bottling anything up.

"I'm glad you're having a good time" you said. She gave you a thumbs up.

You both got out and went to walk by a pier. It was windy, but oddly warm outside. Especially when compared to the recent weather. The afternoon was clearly showing itself, draping the sky in orange colors. You both were having some ice cream; another small miracle was finding that same van you saw in front of the carnival. Though, unlike before, the ice cream man with the soda jerk hat didn't seem to have much to say, not even when you inquired about how business was doing--merely nodding and wishing you two a nice day.

[2/3]

>>6173583
She pantomimed about your dreams once more, wondering if they had anything to do with your missing memories, and if said dreams caused the memory loss or if was merely an empty correlation.

"I wouldn't worry so much if I was you" you said, recalling Jeremy. He apparently had these sorts of dream for a while now and didn't seem worse for wear "besides, if you ever forget who you are, I'll remind you" a bold claim to make. But for some reason the words just flow out of your mouth.

She scratches her head with a sheepish thanks, and takes another bite of her ice cream. From her reaction, she seems to have gotten a slight brain freeze. With further charades she changed the conversation, this time implying you should talk with those that already knew about your condition.

"It's pretty funny" you said to Mimi "you're actually the first one I've shared this with."

She stared at you for a moment with an inscrutable expression, then looked away from you. You're on the verge of saying something, but then she turns back around with a flourish--cheeks slightly flushed, you almost mistake it as her makeup, with lips bearing a smile, as she lifted her beret and bowed. "It is certainly an honor!" It was as if she'd said this.

Though her mannerisms remained lighthearted, she appeared to be legitimately touched for some reason.

Just then, the wind seemed to pick up. Her hat flew from her hands, and would've likely been lost to the sea had you not snatched it midair.

"Your hat, madame" you presented it to her, putting on airs. She smiled in thanks, returned the gesture and gracefully took it from you after the wind stopped. Your eyes met, and at that moment you feel...

>Like she's starting to mean quite a bit to you, and you suspect she felt the same for you. It might be too early to call it love, but there was definitely an undeniable bond forming between the both of you.
>Happy to have made a friend like her. You don't think you want to progress this relationship any further than that, but being close buddies was still nice.
>As if you ultimately were another passerby that looked at this mime for entertainment. It might sound cruel, but you could be content with keeping your distance.
>Write-in.

You both return to the vehicle. This might be a good time to either wrap this up or go to another place. You thought about the alcohol you had in the car with you, not finding the right moment to offer it.

[3/3]

>Invite her somewhere else. (Hotel Oasis? Dan's Bar and Grill? Or let her pick another place she knew?)
>Perhaps go to the library? If you recalled correctly, some of the Noirs should be there.
>Take her back to her home, and go back to yours when you're done. It was early, but you could get some sleep to make up for waking early.
>Write-in.

>>6173583
>Yes. Your curiosity gave flavor to your wants. And it was a melancholy thing to simply forget about one's past.
Might help to understand what's going on around us, and why.

>>6173590
>Like she's starting to mean quite a bit to you, and you suspect she felt the same for you. It might be too early to call it love, but there was definitely an undeniable bond forming between the both of you.
It was a good date.

>Invite her somewhere else. (Hotel Oasis? Dan's Bar and Grill? Or let her pick another place she knew?)
Let her pick. We already ate, and it's a bit early to invite her to our motel room... Let her establish the evening's tone and direction.

>>6173583
>You'd wait until you had a better understanding and context of what was going on. Deciding on something now was unwise.
>>6173590
>Like she's starting to mean quite a bit to you, and you suspect she felt the same for you. It might be too early to call it love, but there was definitely an undeniable bond forming between the both of you.
Doc, I got a case of firstgirlitis and it’s bad.
>Invite her somewhere else.
Her call.

>>6173801
Technically, either the dream woman, the receptionist, or even The Lady are firstgirl. We held out for Mime Time.

>>6173814
Yeah, but the mime was the first girl we had the explicit option to pursue.

>>6173878
Also the best, desu.

>>6173993
Preach.

>>6173704
>>6173801
>Closer And Somewhere Else

>>6173704
>Following Missing Memories

>>6173801
>Better Understanding

I'll start writing and rolling between these two in a few hours or so.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>6174687
>1 Memories
>2 Wait

Rolling and writing.

Sorry for taking so long anons, but I've been having some technical difficulties, being busy, feeling tired and slightly under the weather. Hopefully I can get back to writing either today or tomorrow.
Again, sorry for the inconvenience and thank you for you guys' patience!

>>6175791
Thanks for keeping us updated, QM. See you soon, when you feel better!

To another place.

You and Mimi are on the road again, going this way and that with the taxi. You'd asked her about any places that would be to her liking, and (after some overly dramatic thought) she agreed, pantomining that there was someplace nice she knew.

Her directions are sporadic and often nonsensical, backtracking and going in circles. It gave you the suspicion that she was just playing around.

As you were about to make yet another illegal u-turn, Mimi suddenly and very energetically pointed at a building.

"Is that our next stop?" you asked. She nodded, and you felt some relief at this aimless wandering coming to an end. Now you finally could go ont the next step. But there was still the question of where this was exactly. You were familiar with the area, but none of your rides ever requested to be dropped off here.

Filled with curiosity, you decided to look at what this place was before parking. There were some red signs telling you to not enter.

"I don't think I'm allowed to drive there" you said as you drove over to said areas.

Mimi merely shrugged. "This place has been abandoned for a while, nobody really cares if you come here or not." It was as though she said. Then she smiled puckishly--and that was when you realized that you'd been going around in a circle.

"I'm guessing you like the feeling of driving?" you asked.

Mimi simply shrugged again. You had the sense that she was probably messing around, at least until she she 'said' the following: "It's more like you like it. But I'm not against it." Well, that was oddly sweet.

After finding a place to park, you both wandered around the rather large looking area. Surprisingly she didn't go into the building, pantomiming that "It was just around the corner! Don't worry, it's pretty in the sunset!"

You were about to ask what exactly she was talking about, when you came across a frozen lake. It shimmered brightly, reflecting the rays of light beautifully. You were in wonder, seeing something like this hidden in the middle of a city.
A part of you couldn't believe it was cold enough for ice to form, though logically it made sense. You suspected Mimi was familiar enough with the place to know when the weather was right for this to happen.

As your mouth was agape, Mimi seemed to be searching for something. She got up, crossed her arms, and huffed in annoyance. "I had some ice skates I hid here, but they're gone now. I bet one of those greaser punks from earlier took them..."

You felt conflicted. On one hand you felt relief over not having the choice of skating, yet on the other hand it might've been an interesting (and perhaps even fun) activity to do.

[1/4]

>>6176524
As for who these 'greaser punks' were, you imagined it probably had something to do with the people that were in front of the pinball machine the day of the carnival. Well, there was only one person fitting the description of 'greaser' back then. You aren't sure if he was part of the 'Trucker Gang' or the acted on his own. Who knows, perhaps he had some sort of connection, or he merely wanted to be part of the 'real' 'greasers'.

"Nevertheless, the scenery is still nice" you said as you continued to gaze at the distance. A small memory flickered in your thoughts, but try as you might you couldn't make much more of it. As this peaceful moment extended, you recalled your decision of waiting and watching before you decided to pursue your memories or not. A part of you is certain you've made the right choice, for caution in these matters is crucial if you didn't want to do irreversible harm to yourself and those around you.

The mime beside you smiled, proud of herself despite not being able to give you the offer of skating.

You, distracted, tripped and fell on your face from a bit if ice.

Mimi, however, got up and extended her hand. You think she wants you to follow her. You take it, and indeed she guides you to what looked like a small restaurant hidden between an alleyway and a building.

It was humble looking, though there were a few other customers. Dingo's, also known as Dan's, was a high class establishment when compared to this place. Behind the counter an elderly man, similar to the janitor from Moonlight's Cafe, yet his beard was far more presentable.

You took a seat, and Mimi took one next to you. The stools used were similar to the ones at Dingo's, yet that is where the similarities ended. This restaurant was open-air, had pots and pans hanging from the ceiling, and generally looked like it'd suffered it's share against the elements. At least nothing looked dirty. It was about as large as a stall in the carnival, and not much taller. Though there were some chairs and tables close by, a few people making use by quietly eating on them.

"The accordion girl" said the old looking man. Looking at him closer, you noticed he had a rather unkind expression perpetually plastered on his face. Mimi waved her hand "ya've brought someone? That's peh-culiar; yer not the type t'be popular with anyone."

She blew a raspberry in response, the chef harrumphing at her insult.

"Hi," you said, and were about to stretch your hand for a handshake "my name is-"

"Can ya play?" he interrupted.

"An instrument?" he nodded "no?" you thought about it "I don't think so?"

"Hm" he left abruptly, getting some plated with food on them and giving them to some other customers.

"He might be old and grumpy," Mimi 'spoke' a clarification through charades "But all the food is good, trust me on this."

[2/4]

>>6176526
"I wouldn't be shocked. This day has been full of surprises already" you said. You turned to look at her directly "I didn't know you could play the accordion" you were impressed.

She smiles bashfully and scratches the back of her head, but then lifts up her beret with a flourish.

Playing the according really did fit her, and not just because she's a mime.

After a bit more chatting with Mimi (again it was more like you talked while she made strange movements), you learnt that she apparently knew about this place, and the frozen lake by extension, from overhearing a conversation while she was working at Moonlight's Cafe. She'd been practicing the accordion for around a decade, so she was rather good at it. Usually she'd play in the park every once in a while. As for how the old man knew she played an instrument, Mimi said he merely assumed it since she was a mime at first, but then she came here with it to show off.
Two bowls of some sort of pasta with soup are abruptly placed in front of you and Mimi.

"First time's free" said the man "If ya could'a played somethin', I'd be more inclined t'give you discounts and free meals like with Harpo over there" he pointed to Mimi, who had already begun enthusiastically digging in her meal. He sighed and shook his head.

You decided to give your own bowl a taste. It was good. At least, that's the best way to describe it. Soon you're also wolfing down the food, and you could swear you also heard the chef sigh again. After you were done, you felt like you'd ate a full course meal. To say that it was filling was an understatement. Even though it looked like ramen, everything about it was cooked to perfection; this chef must be a master at his craft. You wondered what he was doing in a run-down alleyway like this. You looked at Mimi, and after she gave you a face that said "Told you this was good!" she shrugged in response to your silent question.

However asking him yourself didn't net you much response other than disparaging grunts and a "what's it t'ya?" before leaving to the other customers.

Mimi put a hand on your shoulder in consolation "Don't bother. He never talks about himself."

Soon the subject went from this meal, your taxi, her home, the strange dreams, and wrapped around back to food. Eventually you were sharing some experiences at a bar you often visited for breakfast, and she revealed that Moonlight's Cafe was open at almost every hour of every day of the week and how that lead to shenanigans. This place, called 'The Old Sailor' for some reason, was only open from dusk until ten in the night. The owner was eccentric enough to not open at all if the clouds blocked out the sunset that day.

"Will that be all?" the chef said "I can make somthin' else for ye both. No promises I'll give ye what ya want. Also nothin' insane."

You were honestly feeling very full.

"May I have a menu?" you requested.

"No" he responded simply.

[3/4]

>>6176529
Mimi looked at you apologetically.

You thought about what you'd say...

>"What do you mean by 'nothing insane'?"
>"Can I take something to go?" Look at Mimi and see if she has any recommendations.
>"I think I'm fine. That spaghetti soup thing was amazing and filling."
>Write-in.

"Are ye both sticking around fer beer?"

"You sell alcohol?" you inquired.

"Yeah" he responded.

"You do?" judging from Mimi's expression, she seemed surprised. If the old man noticed her, he ignored her.

"Only fer first time customers an' couples. An' I'll believe ye both are the latter once I see a marriage certificate, so don't try t'pull a fast one" he said. Mimi pouted, likely wondering why she was never offered it the first time she was here. "Only got one type, an' it's not the best, so don't go complaining. Unless ya bring yer own, that is. I'll give ye some free glasses if the quality's good."

[4/4]

>"We'll, I'll have some of it." Most of the food has been good, perhaps he was exaggerating about it's bad quality? You could always share it with Mimi if it was indeed good.
>"I actually did bring my own, called Irish Blue." You'll reveal. You wondered if he'd actually just give away drinking glasses for free.
>"I'll pass, thank you." You don't feel like drinking tonight. You'll offer some drinks to Mimi some other time.
>Write-in.

>>6176532
>"Can I take something to go?" Look at Mimi and see if she has any recommendations.
>"We'll, I'll have some of it." Most of the food has been good, perhaps he was exaggerating about it's bad quality? You could always share it with Mimi if it was indeed good.

>>6176532
>"Can I take something to go?" Look at Mimi and see if she has any recommendations.
>"I actually did bring my own, called Irish Blue." You'll reveal. You wondered if he'd actually just give away drinking glasses for free.
Now's the moment.