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Greyson "Thortron" Yuldi
Currently I am: Getting drunk in Aqua City. Awwww Yeaaaah.
The knowledge I acquire at the end, is worth all the consequences.
"Well you see Master Bartender, as a HARVARD man, I can't drink the POOOR people scotch! No no no, you see I only drink the RICH scotch both in flavor, potency, and expense! Now then! Go fetch me another glass of Petrus Pomerol while I decide exactly WHICH scotch to drink, and furthermore, make that glass a 93!" Greyson shouted after the man in as haughty a voice as he could manage. He had been sitting inside the bar for hours now, or perhaps days, maybe even more, or perhaps just 30 minutes Greyson himself couldn't recall; after that dreadfully awkward incident at Nagi's house he had taken it upon himself to run really really far, and then drink a whole lot.
As it were he had accomplished both of those.
He had drank so much in fact, that he had begun performing his snobby, rich Harvard man routine. As the bartender was fetching the drinks three men approached the counter where Greyson sat with his chest puffed out and pinkie extended. "Hello there Mr...", The leader of the three left off as a question. "Rasmasticuz the III, but you will address me as Sir Rasmasticuz the III Supreme! Now what is it you POOOOR people want!" He said in his haughty voice as he gestured to three of them with his glass, "Well you see, I was thinking we would just step outside and discuss some important financial matters, now. Follow me", the leader said in reply, before Greyson could refuse his demand in any way shape or form the man produced a gun from under his coat, and leveled it straight at the drunken "Harvard" man. "Please, I insist".
Nope, No way. BS. There is no way someone as drunk as you just took down a guy with a gun! Oh hey look out fo- Oh I see you got HIM too. How the hell are you even standing with how much you have had to drink! I thought for sure your liver would have turned black by now! Oooohh I bet that kidney punch hurt! You doing alright? I am taking the fact that you just curb-stomped that guy as a 'Yeah man, doing great!' The voice commented as Thortron fought off the three would be muggers. It wasn't all that hard, they expected me to be sloppy from the drinking just like you did. A punch in the throat here, a shot in the kneecap there, a curb-stomp for good luck and what do you know, I win. Now I just have to wipe this brain off of my shoes... Oh hey look out! That guy is gett- Well I guess smashing his skull in with a pipe is an effective way of putting him back down. Thortron chuckled as he dropped the -now bloodied- pipe and began to walk away from the bar, he stopped before getting to far and took the gun from the dead mugger as well as all the ammo he had on him. The bartender had gone out to catch Greyson for not paying but after he saw the mess he simply went back inside, locked the door, and turned off all the lights.
"Ugh... I am SO hungry! I need food..." How about that indian place we passed on the way here. I have never had curry but that sign said they have the 'BEST IN THE CITY!' so it must be good. Greyson Yuldi nodded his head in agreement and began to stumble in the general direction of the restaurant. Hitting almost every bench in his way.
How the hell do you fight like a pro when you are super drunk, then 5 minutes later stumble into a pole. I mean, it is a POLE! It didn't go anywhere.
Even if we all die and fade away, my work will live on.
