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Post by Zaer "The Lion" Grants on Oct 1, 2008 11:24:45 GMT -1
Zaer was in one of those Fowl moods that seemed to follow him around lately. He couldn't even beat happiness out of other people lately. That was the odd part. He knew that he would find something to break the Funk that he was in... He had to find something.
So he decided to go out for a drink. Not something he did alot... He didn't like the fuzzy feeling that came with it. It wasn't a great deal of fun.
So Against all his thought process he entered the Tavern and decided to drink. Maybe he could get some sort of fun feeling out of the Fuzzy. Sitting at the bar looking deep into his glass he wondered if it was worth it... Seconds before slamming the glass.
He thought for sure he was going to be sick... But it soon passed. |
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Post by Toren on Oct 2, 2008 21:01:57 GMT -1
Toren entered the tavern, "Hmph, isn't this a quaint little place." He said to himself with a laugh. He walked further in, looking about. He could hear the thoughts running through the minds, but it was nothing too interesting other than your basic drunken babble. He approached the bar taking a stool.
Raising his hand, he got the bartender's attention, "Give me a Jack," grabbing the bartender's arm before he took off, "better make that a double." He smiled. He slapped a ten on the bar, "Thanks man." Toren rolled the thick, rich, brown substance in the glass, inhaling the sweet smell of it as it tumbled around.
Toren couldn't help but notice the guy to his left, sitting at the bar. There was something about him. Toren squinted his eyes as he looked at him briefly, yes he knew that flavor well. A smile spread on his face. He turned to speak to the other man, "How goes you friend? Nothing like a drink to top off the night." He raised his glass in a salute, "Over the chops, past the gums, look out stomach, here it comes!" He winked at him, downing the drink.
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Post by Zaer "The Lion" Grants on Oct 7, 2008 12:07:06 GMT -1
Zaer grimaced when he felt the power coming through the door way. What the hell was with all the negative energy the last couple of days. The guy decided to sit down next to him and then said an odd saying before downing his drink and winking at him.
Interesting.
Looking over at him he decided to say a little Irish blessing he had learned when he was fairly young. Not something holy mind... he didn't want to cause the bugger pain but something that he always thought was fun.
"Heres to cheating, stealing, fighting, and drinking.
If your going to cheat, Cheat Death.
If your going to steal, Steal a womans heart.
If your going to fight, Fight for a brother.
And if your going to drink, Drink with ME!"
He finished before throwing his head back and drinking. It burned on the way down but then that warmth spread through him... It was an interesting feeling.
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