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Misty
 | | Reputation: -3 | | Group: | D-4653 | | Posts: | 106 |
| Post #1: 26th Apr 2015 2:28 PM | |
Hey, Bar dude, give me the strongest, most disgusting drink you got. And spare the shot glasses. I like it straight from the source. | | |
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Misty
| | Reputation: -3 | | Group: | D-4653 | | Posts: | 106 |
| Post #2: 26th Apr 2015 3:32 PM | |
After standing, staring at Dain, seeing him look off into space, completely motionless, Misty shoves him away from the drinks and starts picking up bottles, nearly breaking them as she slams them down. She eventually finds a small bottle filled with a dark, bitter liquid.
Oh, man! This shit is a treasure!
Misty pops the top off and breathes in the pungent smell. Her face relaxes into a smile while she raises the bottle to her lips, taking a big, long swig. She slams the now half empty bottle on the table, drops of the black drink rising from the bottle and falling onto the wooden bar. Misty stumbles back a bit, her smile widened from the nostalgic taste of the drink. She pops the lid back on and hold it in her hand with a tight grip.
Damn, this drink takes me back... | | |
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Misty
| | Reputation: -3 | | Group: | D-4653 | | Posts: | 106 |
| Post #3: 26th Apr 2015 6:49 PM | |
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I'm all for enjoying alcohol, but it's polite to ask before you rummage through a man's wares. |
Hey, you took too long. It's your own fault. | | |
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Misty
| | Reputation: -3 | | Group: | D-4653 | | Posts: | 106 |
| Post #4: 26th Apr 2015 7:18 PM | |
Give me some cards. I'll put this bottle in as my wager.
Misty slams the bottle down next to the money on the table.
Let's make this quick, I'm thirsty. | | |
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Misty
| | Reputation: -3 | | Group: | D-4653 | | Posts: | 106 |
| Post #5: 26th Apr 2015 9:00 PM | |
CALL. | | |
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Misty
| | Reputation: -3 | | Group: | D-4653 | | Posts: | 106 |
| Post #6: 26th Apr 2015 9:23 PM | |
I SAID CALL | | |
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Misty
| | Reputation: -3 | | Group: | D-4653 | | Posts: | 106 |
| Post #7: 26th Apr 2015 10:27 PM | |
FUCK IT. FOLD!
Misty snatches her drink from the table, popping the top open and chugging the rest of the black, pungent liquid down. She slams the empty bottle onto the table, the glass shattering on impact. Misty grabs a small flask and bolts from the room, heading towards where everyone is gathered while drinking what was in the flask. | | |
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