Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Aazalot]

Sighed heavilly as the line he had was refilled, nodding a small thank you to the tender, he had slumped alittle onto a paw, picking up the first glass, ready to down it, he doesnt get the chance, as his ears perk to the sound of sudden rushing footsteps, Not able to look in time as someone ends up being sent tumbing into his stool, knocking and pushing the fox foward against the bar enough to tilt his line of shots, spraying himself with the drinks he had ordered and thump his chest in the process.

After the shock of the initial impact the fox snarls and looks at the now fallen Man.

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