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 ![]() |
Camulus noticed none of what just happened, at this point he was drunker then every Irish man put together. One glass of scotch always did this to him, but he never learns. He just sat there staring at the empty glass as a million thoughts ran through his head, servers, world passes, link shell names, all this confused him.
He then began to eat the free pretzels to sober up. Slowly he came back to reality, and hit thoughts slowed down. Cam saw his wife across the bar and walked, or should I say wobbled on over to her and sad down beside her, gave her a kiss and smiled. And it started all over again... Scotch, no ice. |
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