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*Dagoth looked at his hands then at roan*

I will help him. Hes guna hate me for along time but I will be honest with him and purhaps I'll even teach him to focus that rage of his. I'll even try to be his friend if not a teacher learning to control a power like ours is hard almost impossible alone. Things are getting stranger day by day.

*Dagoth sat there churning roans words in his head he looked at pygmi and then back to his hands. Life for him got more complicated.*

With a loud growel the sound of a motorcycle engine could be heard, before the screech of it parking outside the tavern. Nearly a full minute later, the doors were thrown open, and Corbin, dressed in casual attire stumbled inside, a bottle of Whisky in hand, one gulp from empty.

With a loud, hearty laugh he continued inside and as he approached the bar, tripped and fell into the bar counter.

Laughing at himself, after catching himself on the corner before hitting the floor he rolled over to the other side..this time hitting the floor.

Jumping back up to his feet, he finished the bottle of whiskey, and dropped it into a bin, before starting to raid the fridge, his grubby little hands, white gloves soaked in booze snatching up can after can of Guinness and slipping them under his arm.

Next the intoxicaited fiend marched around the counter after grabbing a pint and found himself a table. Taking a seat he dropped the cans on the table, one or two roling of onto the floor before he opened one and began pouring into the pint.

"Irish pirate bonanza!"

*Dagoth took his hands out of pygmi's and smiled at her. Putting his hands on her face and placing his forehead on hers as corbin slammed through the door he laughed.*

I remember that day first time I almost saw your boobs. Then eating the end of mallet when I asked to see em all.

"Shut up! Drink! Sláinte! Sláinte!"

.:Good grief, let me dissolve atleast SOME of the booze from your system you childish little punk.:.

.: Oh dont be a chore pinky, Hes more fun like this haha.:.

.:RUBBISH. You lot stay out of it, cheergirls. Its never a good thing when he starts rambling on and off in Gaelic.:.

"Páirtí!"

Corbin then suddenly picked himself up from the table, and staggered over to the cd player. After flipping through the selection, he finally settled on a playlist including the likes of Cradle of Filth, Dropkick Murphy's, Flogging Molly and Nine Inch Nails.

With 'Nemesis, as sung by CoF playing now Corbin turned his head, blinking several times as Roan entered the Tavern. Raising his free hand, with a slight stumble in his stance he gave her a grin and a wave, though she went on ignorant.

Lowering his hand with a pout, he poked his tongue out at the woman as she went on down to hell.

"Breá!"

Knocking over a chair on his way to the stairs, and with first a hiccup, and then a shocked 'gah!' to proceed him, Corbin came rolling down the stairs into hell, hitting the ring side upside down on the floor, his stout spilt all over him.

"Mo leann dubh!"

With his waist proped up on the ring side above his head, leaving him planted on the base of his neck and shoulders, staring up at the cieling past his boots, Corbin gave a drunken moan as he slid to the right and hit the floor again.

"AWwww, but I why?!"

.:"Are you kidding. Thanks to a combination of the locks YOU put around me, and the ones Corbin himself put over me, I cant do a THING without his ok. Even if he wanted to ok it, how capable could he be of doing it in his current state. The lad is more likely to implode.":.

He stumps in, and goes to a table. He pulls out a chair and drops into it, causing the chair to creak threateningly.