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 Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 6:17 pm
Allen had only been in the liquor pantry for about a minute, and already seven now empty bottles of God-Knows-What were rolling across the floor.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 8:28 pm
[He had to go for the expensive stuff, didn't he? -Sigh-]
Storm shook her head and left her daughters, only to run into Hanotore. He looked unaccountably grim.
"Yes?"
"'E's in the drinks, lassy."
She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a headach coming on.
"Hantore, old friend, answer me truly: does the world hate me?"
He grinned.
"Which one 're ye meaning, elf?"
Storm punched him on his armoured shoulder and imeddtly regreted the action. She turned towards the liquore pantry (much bigger on the inside, of coure,) to the sound of deep rumbling laughter. Storm pulled open the door, and saw her bottles rolling empty away. She shook her head.
"At least someone likes the pixie piss."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 1:58 pm
Allen was almost catatonic on the ground, a half-full bottle of Dragon Ale still clutched tightly, and mumbling slurred curses at her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 7:54 pm
Storm nudged Allen with her toe.
"Annucate your words, please. I heard 'I need to blow that pumkin,' which surely cannot be right; I cannot for the life of me understand you.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 5:44 pm
Allen: Gho fush a cactush...
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 5:56 pm
Storm put her hand behind her ear, like that would help he listen better.
"One more time, please?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:08 pm
Allen: Go fush a cactus...
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 7:10 pm
"Now if you could annucate it, that would be hot."
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 7:13 pm
Allen laid his head back for almost a minute, collecting himself. He sits up, staggering a little bit.
Allen: Go ******** a cactus.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 7:19 pm
"Hm. An intriging notion, but I am afraid it shall have to wait for another time."
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 7:33 pm
Allen: Whatever. Hey, hand me that bottle up there.
He points to a bright green bottle on a ledge just out of his reach from on his back, on the ground.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 7:43 pm
Storm leaned down and picked it back up.
"'Trish's spoon?' My you certainly have an...interesting taste."
She handed the bottle to Allen.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 7:46 pm
Allen: My sense of taste faded three bottles of Dragon Ale ago.
He poured the entire contents of the bottle into his mouth, not tasting any of it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 8:57 pm
"Just how much of my drinks have you had?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 3:36 pm
Allen pointed to a pile of bottles as tall as Storm was in the corner.
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