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[magmaheart]

Probably before demons started invading Domino (or during, Geo's open through 'natural disasters' and 'monster attacks.') you can find him sitting near the back of the bar, looking... quite distressed. He punches numbers into a calculator over and over, then letting out just... the worst noises.

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[greyerthanabyss2]

::Leaning over your shoulder.::

Please don't tell me we're going bankrupt.

[magmaheart]

"N-no. Nothing like that. It's... just."

He taps his pen on the ledgers: Last year about this time, there's a number on alcohol sales. This year? Number's down by nearly 15%.

[greyerthanabyss2]

We're going bankrupt.

Why the drop in booze sales. Please don't tell me we have to turn into a Family Friendly Hostess Club instead.

[magmaheart]

"My father has not been in to drink for a month. This is what happens."

[greyerthanabyss2]

... So you want us to turn him back into a boozer?

[magmaheart]

"I DON'T KNOW he's more pleasant to be around and there was a gross heart to heart but my sales!

I'M TORN."

[greyerthanabyss2]

We could always try black magic to turn other people into lushes and boozers.

But I don't think that'll go over with your or the Misses well.

[magmaheart]

"...Nah. Wait..."

He shuffles through the ledgers. Starts punching in numbers.

... and slams his head into the table with enough force to crack it, letting out a long sob.

[greyerthanabyss2]

::Leans in.::

That's a table we have to replace, sir.

Which means we're down more money.

[loggedinlauren]

*She gets up from her chair and walks up to you*

Hey, I wanted to come compliment you on the avant garde guttural noise music. I think it needs to be poppier if the owner will hire you again, though.

[magmaheart]

"I dunno. I think my siblings and I can jump on the no-wave train by just making mouth noises."

[loggedinlauren]

Better than anything on the radio here. You okay?

[magmaheart]

"Hey, the J-pop ain't bad. Of course, I pretend this place is an American dive bar like my mom used... Anyway.

My pops, uh. Just. Made up for a decent chunk of my profits, I knew that. But... it's an inordinate amount. Insane. INHUMAN."

[loggedinlauren]

Yeah, that's what I like about this place.

IF it helps, I need a place to hide from my sisters. How inhuman was it?

[magmaheart]

"He, uh. Over ten percent.

Of my alcohol sales a month. Went to him. And now he's SOBER and... Even worse?"

He picks up some of the other papers.

"LOOK AT MY FOOD SALES. Since I started letting that HORRIBLE DEMON in, those have skyrocketed! SHE'S MORE THAN MAKING UP FOR THAT LOSS which is somehow even worse.

[loggedinlauren]

Sober? Rest in peace, that dude.

...Trena got all this?

[magmaheart]

"Ya, uh. Have to.. meet my pops. It's hard to explain Kaz ta someone who ain't ever met him before.

... Yeah. An increase of 16.7% in food sales! WHICH IS MORE EXPENSIVE THAN."

Deep breath.

"My... business runs on the whims of my insane family, is what's horrible about all of this."

[remarkablerain]

You know, if you keep making sounds like that, the customers are gonna think something's dying.

*oh hey Geo look who it is*

[magmaheart]

"I am. On the inside."

[remarkablerain]

Why are you dying on the inside?

[magmaheart]

"Look. Alcohol sales. Last July."

He taps on one sheet of paper.

"This July."

The other.

[remarkablerain]

That's... a pretty significant drop. We'll have to readjust our orders...

What do you think's caused this, though?

[magmaheart]

"Pops went sober."

[remarkablerain]

*she pauses. ... and then rubs her head.*

I want to say "good for him", but this is an awkward thing...

[magmaheart]

"That he drank 14.56% of our monthly booze sales?

THAT'S INSANE HE SHOULD'VE DIED A LONG TIME AGO."

Deep breath. More flipping.

"Now... on the other hand. Look at our food sales the last six months compared to the same period last year. It's... Baffling."