Jan 03, 2005 15:48
Three shots of Vodka, one slightly cut palm which Link he quite sure that it had stopped bleeding. That or it managed to fool him into thinking so.
Link sat in one of the both numerous and scarce empty booths, pushing a rather sharp knife about (good ol' bar), debating whether he was too drunk or not to play that knife game without cutting off all five fingers on his right hand. And the relative merits of lacking five of your ten fingers.