The Bar, Re-opened |
The Bar, Re-opened |
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![]() OpSec ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dark Templar Posts: 1324 Joined: 13-December 02 From: Roseburg, OR Member No.: 2 ![]() |
Clay dusts off all the bottles and glasses and throws away a plate of chicken wings retehe must have left here 5 months ago...
he Pours a healthy amount of dark liquor over crystal clear ice, and out of an old looking bottle, taking a long pull from the drink he ponders upon recent developments, he begins to daydream of vana'diel when suddenly the door to the bar slides open. whoever that is, i hope your up for a drink. ![]() |
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![]() Local 804 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Associates Posts: 737 Joined: 7-October 03 From: Brooklyn Member No.: 66 ![]() |
The door bursts open and a young man walks through with a bit of anger in his step. A hood covers his eyes -- all you can make out is his long, black hair, glistening in the dim light. He finds a secluded seat, surrounded by no one, just the way he likes it. He looks up with a grin towards the bar tender and mutters...
Scotch, no ice.... He then looks back down, and, without a sound, waits patiently for his drink. |
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