Pont du Gard Bar and Grill

[Unlucky_Soul]

The door creaks open. A heavily intoxicated man stumbles in bringing a crate of Bordeaux wine. He struggles balancing both the crate and his feet as he lumbers into the Bar.

He looks up, sends out a sheepish smile as he sees the audience before him.

"Hey Brucie gotsh the wine you asked me to bring. There'sh a lot more in the backsh. I helpsh myself to a few bottlesh..." *Hic*
"Sorry bout thatsh. Prety strongsh stuf.. hehe"

He puts down the crate on the table, surprisingly with such care taking into consideration he is completely sloshed. As he stumbles off to get more, he talks in a loud drunken voice.

"Hey Brucie remembersh Atola always takes great pridesh in hauling liquor for err fine minersh... " *Hic*
"Comingsh back for more.."

Just as he came in he went back the same way, tottering on the brink of falling but yet somehow manages to keep himself upright.

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