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Hawl stares at the suddenly vibrating little girl beside her. Her eyes dart one way, then the other, then she leans back. There's a pause, one of her hands patting herself as a big smile creeps across her face. She puts a small bag onto the table, her smile into a full mischievous beam!
"I have so much sugar..." She opens it, popping a chocolate bonbon into her mouth! "Have some!"
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Stella takes the bonbon eagerly but her skins is flushed deep indigo at hearing Dirk.
"The stupid groundling does not know his own tongue." Grabbing a mug off the counter she hurls it at Dirks. She misses but the cup shatters, spraying him with booze.
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"Oh no you don't," John said, grabbing the back of Logan's shirt and pulling him, stumbling after himself and Vince and the stranger. "You got me roped into this, you're gonna watch."
John found an empty table, and dragged two chairs together. Given his last experience in the sturdiness of the bar's furniture, he was taking no chances. Soon they were all seated, and John placed his forearm on the table. He glared at Logan once more, who smiled. Though, the swordsman had gotten him both into and out of worse situations than this.
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Leaf heard himself being mentioned. Or at least he heard the word 'faun' and assumed it meant himself.
He ran his eyes lazily but quickly over the crowd, frowning. Yes there were no other fauns. He then turned to where the voice had come from and saw a man, no several men sitting and talking, with elbows on the table in some form of a ceremony. Tilting his head to the side for a moment he forgot he was drunk for a moment before a clunk told him his drink had arrived.
He turned back to the bar, and found himself faced with a large beer. Leaning down he inspected it at eye height, before suddenly there was a crash. A smash and -
He ducked. Right down. Danger! flashed in his mind in vivid red letters, burning like fire, and desperately he covered his head before anything else happened. Before he was harmed.
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Dirks, generally oblivious to Stella, was blasted with alcohol. "What the fuck," he called out. Steam poured from his ears as he looked down at the mess. "That was perfectly fine whiskey," he called as began sucking the alcohol out of his coat. Logan caved, volunteering some lout named John to wrestle in his stead. Up to the challenge, the young lad moved over to a side table and set up too chairs. However, Dirks hesitated in following. The sweet taste of the honey whiskey on his tongue invaded his senses and clouded his one track drunk mind.
"I rescind my challenge," Dirks called out. "Instead, I challenge all of you," he points around the entire bar, including the women and kids, "to a drinking contest." Before they could answer, he said, "Barkeep, ten whiskeys."
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As the insanity rose to its apex, Tobias watched as his flagon exploded into tiny, powdery pieces of shrapnel and the amber fluid within sloshed across the bar. His lips stretched into a thin, caustic line as he slowly turned his gaze on the sudden outburst. Can't even drink in peace, seems like.
Quick as the crack of a whip, his firearm surged toward the ceiling and a round ripped through the floor above. The muffled sound of two gasps and screams interrupte sounds of unabashed fornication that had only been subdued by the bustle of the bar itself. "Are you nuts?" the bartender hissed. Tobias only had to glance over for the man to bite his tongue.
"Not in the mood for a brawl today," he responded coldly, "but killin's different."
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The chaos roiled around John and the stranger, each of them building their own little tower of overturned shot glasses. His eyes never left the strange man facing him, though Logan still had much to say. He was eight shots in and still didn't feel a thing.
A gunshot rang out in the bar somewhere, but John's eyes and frown remained directed at the other man. He pinched a little shot glass between massive fingers and drank again.
Nine shots in.
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Logan smirked. "So a challenge of drinking it shall be," he announced to nobody in particular.
He nudged John for a moment and then handed him each and every one of his own shots of whiskey, knowing full well the giant of a man could handle ten times that of any man or woman in the establishment at that moment.
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Leaf shrieked, not liking this one bit. He had been drunk for the first time in his life, and this - well this was beyond him. Now looking much more like the shy faun most folk knew he placed his hands over his head and stared to crawl towards a table.
Crash, smash, danger danger. He shrieked again, in a very feminine manner. His sisters would most definitely make fun of him if they were here, his mother would be horrified in the state he was in. He was thankful they were away - very far away, so far away it was good.
The closest table had a man with a beard sitting at it. Leaf didn't know anymore than that. As a ... well one of those boom-bangs Philomel spoke about in fear and he himself had faced in battle had seen, rang out the faun grappled to find peace, crawling like he had just been born. Go, squirm, run.
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Vince took a moment to let everything sink in and then decided that this was probably going to be much more trouble than it was worth. Scooping up his drink he let of a slight growl and then glared at Stella.
He snapped his fingers and in a flash of blue he drew his cane twirling it in his fingers. He was ready for a fight.