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After this, Medusa feels in rather dire need of a drink. A stiff one, too. Not Atlantean, but...
Whiskey. That whiskey that her cousins rescued, that'll do.
And so it is that the short Gorgon is standing at the Bar, tipping back a glass of whiskey and ignoring the bloodstains on her dress. Her snakes are whispering, twisting in agitation, but for once she seems to be ignoring them as much as everything else.
Whiskey. That whiskey that her cousins rescued, that'll do.
And so it is that the short Gorgon is standing at the Bar, tipping back a glass of whiskey and ignoring the bloodstains on her dress. Her snakes are whispering, twisting in agitation, but for once she seems to be ignoring them as much as everything else.