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[memoryistime]

*Okay, well, Shian's in a foul mood.

He's also sitting at the bar of most likely Flamvell Bar and Grill.

Drinking something that looks and smells like it could potentially kill the living. Good enough for him though, the taste is overpowering.*

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[magmaheart]

*And that's your friendly cook/bartender/thug coming out of the back and sitting in front of you*

"And here I thought my dad was ordering booze. Long time no see, my mysterious heavy drinking friend."

[memoryistime]

Oh, is there someone else around who generally risks poisoning themselves? *he drinks heavily from the glass, confirming your nick-name for him*

[magmaheart]

"I had to give him varnish yesterday because he just wouldn't leave here. You might know him. Kaz?"

[memoryistime]

*he has to take a moment to think, muttering a bit. Like he's trying to separate the name from what he might be remembering, before finally managing to land on it*

Oh, yeah. Oh yes, now I remember what you mean. The stuff he had on him tasted like it was from hell.

[greyerthanabyss]

::Looks at you Shian.:: You look familiar.

[memoryistime]

You sure don't, so I doubt I actually do. *drink, drink*

[greyerthanabyss]

Wow, smartass, are we. ::Holds serving tray, cocking her wide hips.::

[memoryistime]

*he takes a glance at you more fully, and then drinks more, as though in specific reaction*

It's what I'm skilled at. Snark, smartassery, sarcasm. I live and feed on it.

[memoryistime]

Oh goddamnit why are you here. ... and it's strong enough for me to taste at the moment. Shut up.

[memoryistime]

Yes, I could probably consume that and not blink.

But I'm also not an idiot to consume that, and this is actual alcohol.