Goodbye...

darling, I love you so much that surely the ink of my pen will one day run out; but my love for you never will.

I second that. {— She smiles and turns around to glance at you before entering the bar. —} Unique name for a unique man. {— She winked and turned away to walk into the building heading straight for the bar area. —} Now, what’s your poison?

I’m starting to like the way you think. Lets see you like being drunk and having rough hard meaningless sex. I think we’ll get along great. And yes. Mr. Stranger, it seems like a very fitting name for you. {— She smirked as she started walking toward one of the bars. —}

Whoever doesn't think getting shit drunk out of your mind is amazing, must be crazy. Same goes for the sex. (/he snorts, hands stuffed in his pockets as he follows you along) I suppose I'm okay with that. It's quite the unique nick name, I'd say. 

Maybe I am. Holiday season always seems to be a bit better in a drunken haze. Well then Mr. Stranger, lets go get drunk.

Hm. I don't think that only applies to the holiday season, though. I think every day is better when you're in a drunken haze. Mr. Stranger... Will you keep calling me that, then? And lead the way. 

How about we get some drinks and then see where that takes us? What do you think?

Are you planning to get me drunk? Because if you are, then I would absolutely love to go out for drinks with you.

Oh? And I thought I was the one going to grant wishes. And how should I play my cards Mr. Stranger?

Now, what fun would it be if I told you that, hm? Why don't you do what you think would work, and I'll tell you if it's right or not.