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[tar_calion]

*Goes to the pub*

*scowls and decides that his family must be further divine punishment for his mis-deeds.*

There are not enough years left in creation for the amount of therapy I'm going to need. >.<

*shudders*

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[mornaquilde]

*wanders into the pub, wondering how to go about swiping one of the REAAALLLY big bottles of whiskey as a present for Turco*

[tar_calion]

What are you doing in here?

[mornaquilde]

I'm on a mission, thank you very much.

*marches over and climbs up onto a bar stool next to you*

[ariel_lossemire]

*is working*

*raises an eyebrow*

[mornaquilde]

*grins cheerfully and waves at you*

[ariel_lossemire]

*comes over*

I hope you're not expecting to get served. :S

[mornaquilde]

Who? Me? :D

Nah. Orange juice will be fine! :D

[ariel_lossemire]

*relief*

*gets you one* :)

[mornaquilde]

thanks! :)

[ariel_lossemire]

You're welcome. Where's my tip?

[mornaquilde]

Ask Pharazon.

[ariel_lossemire]

:S

[tar_calion]

&@#*$!!! >.<

*figrues it's not your fault that Morno is a little shit*

*gives you a tip*

[ariel_lossemire]

o.o

*looks at your expression and finds something to do on the other side of the pub* :S

[tar_calion]

*Just keep the alcohol coming and all will be well*

[ariel_lossemire]

*has already learned that in Barwench 101*