Zebra Bar, do you keep your reciepts?

[Dicky De Bruyn]

Dicky wakes at the crack of Dusk, alarm clock wailing. Already dressed from the night before he bundles up just in case there is still the dim glow of sun beyond the horizon.

Sunglasses, hoodie. He takes the elevator back down to his car and heads out to the Zebra.

[Dicky De Bruyn]

He sends off two texts, but it's still early and he doubts he'll get an answer.

Hopefully he might just get there before they start charging cover.

Dicky pulls his car into the lot, finding a spot much more easily at this time of night. He keeps his eyes peeled wide. Not about to get jumped tonight, he makes his way into the bar.

[tsameti]

And after fifteen minutes of awkward wrangling realizes that he had no way of figuring out which receipt if any belonged to the group.

Frustrated, he heads elsewhere.

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