McCool's Tavern - Freeport 1

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Errico woke up with a severe headacke. He had fallen unconcious on the same chair where comrade Elrica had been drinking with him last night. The bartender, who was cleaning up the mess he left, must have poked him, or else he would have slept for a couple more hours...

Well sir, it seems you never made it to that conference that you two were heading to.

Errico stood up as he heard this, and memories of why he was there started popping in his head. The bartender probably observed his state because he gently helped him to take a seat again.

Sir, after all you drank, I don't recommend you move too much, you are probably feeling that your head was hit by a giant asteroid. I thought you Cretans knew how to handle Tequila...

Errico felt a little offended by these last words of his, so he looked at the man and with a very destroyed voice he said: Well senor, maybe if I hadn't had such a worthy drink companion I wouldn't have ended like this. Dios esa muchacha si que sabe beber! Now... where is her?

The bartender smiled and answered: She left a while ago. She said you would know were she would be.

Santas mineras! Shouted the commie Cretan. She will kill me! I must leave now... Here, keep the change. Adios! And he quickly gathered his belongings and left in a rush.

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