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ahh but thats the beauty of it... a little drunkeness never hurt anyone... well... alright.. maybe a little... but what you need is a moment to get away fromyourself.. your problems and your conundrums... instead of being all of that, just be...

y'see and thats exactly what ye need.... to take a break for ye'self .. helpin other blokes is all well and good but n'one can do it all the time, savy? there are some times where ye have to do whats right by you.. and alchohol is one of those things that kinda... helps things along *takes a good long draught and sets the now empty bottle on the table* and as a bonus it can make ye feel happy when ye're down and happier when ye're happy.

*smiles and stands up* aaaah this is true, one can'ever know what they might or might not sayerdo. and yet... *he says, swaggering over to the bar*.. how do you know when you've really had enough... *he picks up a small bottle of Midori (Melon Liquer) and snifs it.... then tosses it to Nyx as he grabs a bottle of Mango rum.... *he takes a drink then raises an eyebrow to the smoothness and sweetnes*.... a toast! to whoever in time comes up with such interestin' ways o' fermentin things. *he raises the bottle in the air then takes a large swig from it*

((Captain Mercutio Cross: the man you never want to take with you to an AA meeting))

A wise man once told me.... that we learn from our experiences.. and since this is new for you... I'm hopeing ye'l grow from it... and bloss.... *and with that he vanishes... his bottle of rum landing evenly on the table next to where he was standing*


((gotta get going, it was fun playing with you^_^))

*Into the Brink fades a distinguished gentleman in black. His mouth is fixed in a permanent scowl, and his eyes gleam with some unknown hostility. His hair and beard are thick, wiry and black, but the crows feet at the corners of his eyes indicate he's probably in his forties. Wherever he might be going, he seems to be in a hurry to get there. He takes three purposeful strides across the room, his walking stick hammering the floor like a drum heralding his presence. On the fourth stride he pauses, his grimace replaced momentarily with a look of pure astonishment. He glances around the brink slowly, taking ni the bar, the tables, the door, the emptiness above. He rubs his chin absently, lost in speculation*

Dr. Kessler *he announces in a grave baritone* If this is one of your farcical attempts to mock me, I am very nearly impressed.

*He hears the humming behind him. He turns sharply on his heel and brings his walking stick down with a loud :CLACK:*

You there, Girl. Go fetch him!

*Taps his cane in irritation* Oh, we most certainly have not met. I don't waste my time with insipid girls.

Go fetch Kessler. He's had his fun. I'm not sure how he set all this up in the space of an hour, but he'll have to try harder to spook me.

Off with you now, before I lose my temper. *He dismisses her with a flick of the wrist, turning away.*

*laughs* Of course, Of course. And I am no longer Johannes Van der Mullen, Vienna's Foremost Professor of Mathematics, and this is no longer a walking stick. *he taps his stick furiously against the ground producing three sharp :CLACK: noises*

I suppose we're in Heaven now? Or maybe Hell? Is this where Mathematicians go when they die? To be plagued by wanton trollops?

*he begins to raise his voice, speaking partly to Maggie, but mostly to the room in general* This is by far the most outrageous insult to my intelligence Kessler has ever tried to pull. Do you hear me, Kessler? You've lost your touch! *he laughs*

*He strides up to Maggie :CLACK CLACK CLACK: but as he reaches her, he heaves a sigh and manages to curl his lips into the crude approximation of a smile. He reaches for his wallet*

Look, Girl. I'm sure he paid you well to pull this joke. I tell you what. I'll give you three shillings if you help me turn this ruse around. That should keep you off the streets for a while, eh?