The Bar, Re-opened |
The Bar, Re-opened |
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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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![]() OpSec ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dark Templar Posts: 1324 Joined: 13-December 02 From: Roseburg, OR Member No.: 2 ![]() |
the Bald, Tattooed bartender Mixes a special daquiri for the ever stunning layrinn, with fresh strawberries and alittle extra rum. he sets the red concoction on the bar in front of his good friend
It's been entirely too long since we all had a drink togeather. The bartender nods at the hooded man at the end of the bar; pulling out a chilled bottle of finely aged Scotch, he fills a tumbler half full and slides it down the bar like he's done a hundered times before, not spilling a drop. he grabs his drink and speaks: I think a toast is in order, To old, and New Friends - and the Principality of Apocalypse, may it reign a thousand years. |
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