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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 14, 2007 2:02:43 GMT
"Triple distilled Vodka, made in the foothils of Vlakovskia. It takes 9 years to ferment just right..." Belsamuel grinned. "They call it Skavron, meaning "Broken heart" up there because it can make even the lagest man cry."
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Post by Ace on Nov 14, 2007 9:38:21 GMT
"Well the name does fit it very well" Anya grinned now that the burning sensation had gone. "I think I'll be better of with my old friends" she grinned at him patting the rum bottle. "well drink up me hearties." and she took a swig.
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 16, 2007 18:10:48 GMT
(an hour later)
".....*hiic*.........I have a secret.........but you know what???......*hic*........No one will ever know........ESPECIALLY CUTTLEFIISH!!!......." Belsamuel slumped into his chair, giggling maniiacally!
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Post by Ace on Nov 17, 2007 6:40:02 GMT
"...*sings*...And really bad eggs... Yo ho...hey belsam...we all 'ave our secretss...*hic*" Anya was on the floor. She was too drunk to get up and others were too damn drunk t help her up. Suddenly Anya started giggling just as maniacally as belsam already was.
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Post by Ace on Dec 5, 2007 20:10:07 GMT
Niamh was walking the empty-ish streets of Port Royal. Hookers were were at work in the darker alleys, stray dogs running around, drunkards, pirates, the children of the night were moving. Niamh had her hands deep in the pockets of her purple coat. Softly whistling she walked on.
Soon she reached her destination, the inn in which she had had her first drink, and many drinks after that. She stepped in and ordered a drink. She looked around looking a shady corner to hide herself, and from where she could easily see if enemies came too near for her liking. She spotted a place and walked there. And the sight that greeted her was something she did not expect. A bard and a lady... no a woman that looked like a lady, but wasn't one, laghing their asses off. She wattched them for awhile before asking if she could join them. Their mirth made her laugh too.
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