Blood Soaked Pharaoh

"Tch." Antony snaps his fingers, Harris and Alibina appearing behind him, handing them both a cold beer.

"Much appreciated. Still, you’re from a friggin’ sandy heck of a country, it’s no wonder you’re not bothered by this heat." -Taking a good gulp from his beer-. "There’s nothing like the windy Meridian high lands."

"At least it can have sunny days, the cold never really settled well with me...."

"True, A cold beer does sound rather nic-….how long you where there Andrew?"

"Tch." Antony snaps his fingers, Harris and Alibina appearing behind him, handing them both a cold beer.

"It amuses me to no end that people can even be bothered by this heat…"

"True, A cold beer does sound rather nic-….how long were you there Andrew?"

"I’m gonna send that old sand bag a box full of kittens. I’m a good friend."

"My my Andrew, How did you know I like cats?"

"Please. She'd probably drink you dry and dispose of your body in a alleyway somewhere in this goddess forsaken city."

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"I don’t recall ever seeing you either Ms…?" Okay technically a lie but hey, he didn’t exactly want a repeat of last time.

"Please, call me Annie." Annie placed her chin on her hand as she started at the man before her. "And what may I call you, if you don’t mind me asking?"

"Antony. My name is Antony, Ms. Annie."

I WOULD LIKE TO FORMALLY APOLOGIZE FOR MY MUSE.

"Likewise."

"I don't recall ever seeing you either Ms...?" Okay technically a lie but hey, he didn't exactly want a repeat of last time.