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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog has been drinking free for the majority of the evening. As such, she's a little tipsy. She's currently in a booth, back against the wall, feet on the chair, people watching and giggling randomly.

So. Drunken Welsh princess inna bar. Have at.

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[lastczarnian]

A main man, passing by, smiles to her.

[cywyllog]

She smiles back and waves.

[lastczarnian]

And he wanders ofer, after obtaining a mug of ale. "hey hot stuff... how are you?"

[cywyllog]

"I am well. I won a contest." She beams.

"You let me sit by your fire."

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm grins as he passes by. Cywyllog definitely doesn't seem to be feeling any pain.

He waits for her eyes to focus on him, then makes a quick funny face.

Giggling is good. Must help the giggling.

[cywyllog]

She obliges, giggling again, and gives him a wave.

[spooky_shrink]

He laughs and waves back. Then comes over and slides into the opposite seat.

"I think it's only fair to tell you: if you're planning on trying all the wines here, Bar has a pretty long list."

[cywyllog]

"As long as they are red, I have no objections." She declares. "It is free, tonight."