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And yet another mug slings at his side, much like the first one. Dark with remnant of gold. His eye remains unabated.

"I see we both have started falling..." speaks the voice of a dark valkyrie, sporting the same drink.

"How about we cling together and really fund how far we can fall in the depth?"

The man, taken aback by her words, laughs. He laughs, but there is no laughter in his pitch. A melancholic laughter fills the bar for a brief moment.

He turns to the invitee, holding still his mug, this time, in a much bleaker output. His voice reeks of sorrow "I'm already at the bottom, dear. Trust me, it's ugly down here..."