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| Not Quite Drunk Enough | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Thu Dec 7, 2006 3:49 am (173 Views) | |
| Seele | Thu Dec 7, 2006 3:49 am Post #1 |
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Seele stared at the mug in front of him, wishing he knew what exactly it contained. The bartender was staring blankly into the common room, routinely cleaning a clear glass. The filthy rag seemed to be making the glass dirtier, but the man set it down with the clean dishes anyway and grabbed another used cup. Seele took a small sig of the thick liquid. He almost immediately spat it back out into the metal mug. "Ugh. What is this?" He wiped his lips, coughing into the drink. "House specialty." The bartender glanced at the elf, back to the worthless cleaning rag, and back to Seele. "Still want it?" "Do you serve anything good?" The elf slid the mug back to the man, who took it, stared at it, then poured back into an open keg. He turned and filled a new, slightly cleaner mug and gave that to Seele. "Ale. Only thing I drink." The bartender set the mug Seele had used in the clean pile. It was impossible to tell if he did this on accident or on purpose. "you know... I spit in that... house specialty, was it?" Seele took a tentative drink of the frothy ale, assured of its quality when he didnt feel like puking after the first taste. "Can't hurt it." Both Seele and the bartender shrugged. |
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