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"Another!" Loki yells, smashing the glass on the floor. The carriage has been in full party mode for hours. It's funny how drink flows at the end of the world.
"Maybe you need something softer," chuckles a familiar voice. Loki turns, vision blurry but sure of the man standing behind the bar.
"Mobius! What're you…"
"Don." It's said so calmly, Loki blinks in confusion. "And I'd do anything not to be on this shift."
A glass of clear liquid is placed on the counter, then the man who looks like Mobius moves onto someone else and Loki's heart sinks. "Thanks."