"I'm set thanks," he said and picked up the drink the bartender just placed in front of him.
"I'm glad to hear they're okay." Greg hadn't made contact with anyone. He didn't think they would want anything to do with him. They each had their uniqueness, but the others at least didn't try to kill each other. Greg's curse was bad enough, but the out of control state he could go in made it ten times worse. He had been keeping his distance for a reason.
"Probably better that I don't."
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