Mac
Junior mage
Official WTF
Mercurial, Aloof, Contemplative
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Post by Mac on Aug 16, 2006 19:46:49 GMT -5
He learned more about his friend every time they turned a corner. "Two skree's it is," he spoke to the tender then mumbled something incoherent about how vile alcohol was.
Eyes habitually scanned the room for a familiar face. None, thank the Wingless. Scanning a second time, his eyes locked in a battle with those of a gleeful man who appeared to be intoxicated. As he forced his eyes into his formidable opponent's his mind threatened to split with pressure. Sweat glands burst as the smells and smoke fill his exasperated lungs.
Turning from the battle, Brenan wiped his brow and stared at the dingy floor in defeat. “Can we take our drinks outside?”
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