Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Osilon]

Julian sighed and lay back on his seat, Having finished the blood-red drink. Waving over the bartender, he got another glass of water, not partaking in alcohol just yet. From within his suit, he mysteriously produced another rose, obviously carefully nurtured, and rolled it between his fingers, smiling at the beautiful red petals. Only a few spines adorned its length, glistening oddly in the light of the pub.
As his drink arrived, he repeated the process as before, dropping the strange pill into the clear liquid, a few whisps of red disappearing before the entire drink turns crimson.
He took a sip, his gaze glancing over the different female patrons of the bar, flipping the rose idly in his fingers as he smiled. The choices were almost becoming too difficult to make...

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.