"Oh thank Arcadia," says the man who stumbles through the Front Door. He looks like he just rolled out of bed with tousled hair, five o'clock shadow and the most eye bending leopard print track suit. He's also making a bee line straight for the Bar where he orders, "Merlot, Pinot Grigio, Cabernet...anything. I beg you give me wine."
A golden goblet
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