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Reuben sat at the bar, unable to conceal; a laugh as he was asked for id, aw well, haveing the body of a 21 year old was great fun he just needed to fix an id every few years and he was sorted, bad that he needed to get fakes buty no one would beleive him if he wrote his real age. Getting the strongest drink they had after downing a number of shots, well enough that any human or even vampire would be on the way to teh hospital by now, he just kept going, now only at the point of starting to slur slightly, and barely at all, it sucked for him as it cost alot, and he was totally bored.
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