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"When they aren't heavily drunk or fighting with one another, yeah," Logan replied with a nervous laugh. At least Rehtul was a full-fledged member of the Hierarchy, and the psion knew the ribbing wasn't meant to be harsh.
"Pull up a spot and kick back a drink, buddy."
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"Way ahead of you on that first part. So, who's the giant?" he asked easily, taking another shot of his chilled bourbon.
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A loud noise startled Rayleigh from her slumber. She had been asleep in the corner the entire time!
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Logan nodded to Rehtul.
"So the giant is John. He's a good friend of ours, if you know what I mean. He's definitely the muscle in the group."
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John's hand touched a loaf of bread, and he tossed it upwards where Hawl caught it as he swayed to and fro.
Hearing his name, he wandered to Logan and Rehtul
"I am NOT a giant, Logan," he said, his speech a little slurred. "Hawl Sorie is a giant, and I am merely giving her the means to achieve her dreams," he continued, falling into a chair which supported his impossible weight for some reason.
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"Yeah, definitely," the young man responded. He turned his head to the significantly shorter but still fairly tall man nearby, the one that seemed to instigate the entire affair.
"And this braying jackass?" he asked, the alcohol already beginning to eliminate his ability to censor himself.
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Logan laughed.
"Just some braying jackass."
He pointed over to Vince.
"Oh, you mean Vince? That there is the one and only Vincent Cain. He does shit. Lots of shit. Big shit."
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"HEY! hey, hey," John began. "He's not a braying jackass, you take that back!"
"More of a whinny, I think," John said in a moment of perfect clarity
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"MY NAME IS VINCENT MOTHERFUCKING CAINE!" The scholar shouted as he slid over the bar in order to avoid the starling. "AND IF YOU REALLY CARED IM USUALLY THE ONE IN CHARGE OF OUR FUN LITTLE GROUP OF WALKING CLUSTERFUCKS." Stella was hot in pursuit behind him. "FOR FUCKS SAKES CAN SOMEONE SEDATE HER PLEASE? I ADMIT IT I'VE MADE SOME MISTAKES IN MY LIFETIME, I SHOULD HAVE NEVER GIVEN HER SWEETS. I'M A TERRIBLE EMPEROR. NOW COULD SOMEONE PLEASE GRAB THE MUNCHKIN."
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"Ah, now that's interesting... he must be quite the accomplished scholar," Rehtul said easily.