Multipup - Gettin' em out there!
In this corner, weighing in at 120 pounds soaking wet, Alistair of Redcliffe sat sulking. He was in trouble again back at the abbey, didn't particularly want to go home, but felt both terribly bored and incredibly ridiculous for being so at a tavern at the end of time and space where people from all sorts of worlds came to whet their whistle.
...he was about ten minutes from trying the 'screaming his head off to see what might happen' trick.
Percy wasn't so much bored or sulky as he was experimenting. The bar offered an unlimited amount of choice when it came to food and drink, so he was doing something he never would have, or could have, done at home with the extra money he'd made from working the stables.
He was seeing what various things tasted like when they were blue. Everything from different sodas to kinds of cheese to vegetables he didn't particularly like. So far the best was the blue Mountain Dew and the worst were the blue artichokes.
And last, but certainly not least (never the least, thank you) was the gentleman who sat at the corner of the bar that gave him a very good view of the rest of the place.
The less said of him, the better.
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