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Who: Lockon Stratos Neil Dylandy and Commandramon [OPEN]
What: St. Patty's Day bar trolling
When: March 17th, 2009
Where: Neon City, random seedy bar
Still awaiting an appointment with getting something done about his eye, Lockon was celebrating his heritage the only way he really knew how to, right now.
...mind you, so were a lot of people, with varying degrees of being able to hold their alchohol.
"Pansies," Commandramon grunted, as he eyed an Ogremon practically slumped over asleep further down the bar. The Child Digimon then straight out downed a concoction from his glass that... well, Lockon hadn't quite figured out what was supposed to be in it, but he figured something called a "Dramon Killer" couldn't entail good things, and it certainly smelled awfully strong.
Commandramon slammed his glass down, eyeing the barkeep.
"'Nother."
Lockon raised his eyebrow, "How many is that now?"
"Shut it, Neil," Commandramon growled.
Shrugging mildly, Lockon went back to his own drink.
What: St. Patty's Day bar trolling
When: March 17th, 2009
Where: Neon City, random seedy bar
Still awaiting an appointment with getting something done about his eye, Lockon was celebrating his heritage the only way he really knew how to, right now.
...mind you, so were a lot of people, with varying degrees of being able to hold their alchohol.
"Pansies," Commandramon grunted, as he eyed an Ogremon practically slumped over asleep further down the bar. The Child Digimon then straight out downed a concoction from his glass that... well, Lockon hadn't quite figured out what was supposed to be in it, but he figured something called a "Dramon Killer" couldn't entail good things, and it certainly smelled awfully strong.
Commandramon slammed his glass down, eyeing the barkeep.
"'Nother."
Lockon raised his eyebrow, "How many is that now?"
"Shut it, Neil," Commandramon growled.
Shrugging mildly, Lockon went back to his own drink.