Devita, from the story "Grisaille".
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Guy looks like he drinks coffee. Suckered into the purchase of 9 whiskeys when all he wanted was a coffee. By an old 'friend' no less. Consider it quite a heist by ol' Mooney. Mooney, that clever sonuvabitch, Devita, the narcissist. Mooney, the clever and impatient drunk.
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