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[a_parting_word]

[ It started with a werewolf marking the bar counter as his territory, old school style.

Or with a zombie waving hi to a mummy after all but its middle finger had decomposed.

Or with Cthulhu and the krakens having it out over the vodka bill. ]

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[i_archmagus]

[Raistlin had assumed that the bars in this City were like the taverns he had encountered on Krynn. He was right. The brawls were certainly just as colorful. He was beginning to curse himself for having left his acquired apartment for a bottle of wine, no matter how agreeable wine was for his frail constitution.]

[Scowling as one of the culprits flew past him, having been punched squarely in the jaw, Raistlin tried his best to maneuver towards the bartender amidst the bar's patrons. Perhaps, if he were lucky, none of them would bother a wizard in black robes.]

[But since when had Raistlin been lucky?]

[a_parting_word]

[ the skeleton crawling on the floor, and now trying to snake his hands up raistlin's thighs and fondle pickpocket certainly thinks he's lucky! ]

Spare chaaaaange?

[i_archmagus]

[Oooh Mr. Skeleton oooh]

[Except Raistlin was so irritated he thought he would vomit. Throwing up was never too far from his agenda, though.]

[Snarling viciously at the pervert thief, Raistlin moved to swing his staff at the skeleton - if it connected, it would send the skeleton flying, as the staff magically enhanced Raistlin's strength by more than double.]

What would a skeleton need spare change for? [He all but hissed. He was not fazed by the animated bones at all; he would create far worse in the future.]

[a_parting_word]

[ by right, the kicked skeleton should be flying -

...except for the part where the staff seems to have stuck in one of the holes between its ribs, leaving the poor (?) thing dangling at the weapon's end.

Like a mop, really.

Of doom. ]

...for... sherry?

[i_archmagus]

You don't even have a stomach -

[Raistlin didn't even know why he was still carrying this conversation with the skeleton. He yanked his staff out of the thing's ribcage and glowered at it from behind his hood.]

Bother someone else to buy you your liquor. And stop lying there. It makes the tavern look like a graveyard.

[a_parting_word]

[ it takes a moment to provide the closest thing to puppy eyes that a thing with empty sockets possibly can ]

White... goes with everything?

[i_archmagus]

[He is not swayed by your dark sockets.]

Including a coffin.