Toledo Lounge

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Mark Antony woke up with a start, his quiet snoring ceasing, first looking around idly, wondering where he was, then brushing the dust from his flightsuit, picking himself up from under a table in the corner, almost tripping over a bottle he had fallen asleep on. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around the bar, trying to clear his vision. As it cleared, he noticed the others. He then shrugged, and stumbled over to the bar. "Bartender! Another Drink!" He then promptly ran into the bar, misjudging the distance due to his still inebriated state, smashing several bottles, and falling to the ground. "Alrite then...maybe not another drink, I better go to my fighter, a good fight will help sober me up!" He then picked himself up, brushed the shards of broken glass from his flightsuit, and began to walk in something that does not in any way resemble a straight line towards the bars exit.

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