Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Aazalot]

Voncloud waited for his drinks, the Foxs tail uncoiled from him and swished side to side lazially, like the pendulum of a clock. After a moment, what seemed like a plank of would with 5 Glasses was presented to him, it was an old custom from where he came from, although he didnt know it himself, he knew each time he had a line of jeigabombs it was on aplank of wood. Taking in abreath he began to down each shot in turn, a shake of his head as the kick went down his neck, holding up his paw "another line"

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