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After some self motivation in his room Harry walks in from upstairs and over to the Bar. He orders a bottle of bourbon, a pair of glasses, a bucket of ice, and a platter of assorted dark chocolates, paying with a few bills from his money clip. His broad smile is clear on his face and hs dark blue eyes glint a bit as he pours his first drink of the night. Almost as an afterthought, he plunks a couple of ice cubes and a small square of chocolate in his glass before taking a sip.
"That right there makes a damned fine dessert."
As always he is ready and willing to share.
[OOC Note: The OOM in the above link contains some foul language, poor grammar, and some suicidal contemplations. Pup, not mun I assure you, I am quite zen at the moment:-D]
"That right there makes a damned fine dessert."
As always he is ready and willing to share.
[OOC Note: The OOM in the above link contains some foul language, poor grammar, and some suicidal contemplations. Pup, not mun I assure you, I am quite zen at the moment:-D]