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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 9:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 10:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 4:26 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 8:39 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 9:30 am
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Rey was tired. He had done nothing but fly errands all day and and he wanted a drink. Nothing special or strong, just something to wind down. He decided to stop at a run down building, surprised seeing it was bustling with activity. At least, more than he expected in that place, anyways.
He entered, and was startled by the fact that the place was actually alive, in it's own seedy way.
Wow, I didn't expect such activity in a place like this... - He said to himself in a low mumble. He walked a beeline for an empty spot at the bar, and asked as firm, yet respectfully as he could:
Hello, can I get something to drink? Not too strong, I'm not really into liquor.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 4:54 pm
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Duyikia looked at the man who turned down the glass.
"I don't really know, was here when I bought the place," He grabbed the glass, and raised it up, "But it rather good" With that, he gulped the glass, as a newcomer came, yet again.
"Something not too strong? Sure," He muttered, "I have the thing for you." He grabbed a glas, and filled it with a clear-brown liquid, handing to Rey.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 6:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 7:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 9:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 10:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 5:15 am
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Rey looked at his drink with a bit of distaste. He never did like alcohol. He took his glass and drank it all in one go, thinking it would be better than simply sipping at it.
It wasn't bad. Of course, he didn't like it, but as far as drinks go, this one was to his particular approval. As he turned around to survey his surroundings, he spotted someone with a dagger in his hand.
A troublemaker. - He thought, as he turned around again. - I'm too tired to stand around while the s**t hits the fan. And I'm not going to tell the Bartender. This isn't pre-school, and he doesn't look too busy to notice. Not my problem. - He concluded. If the Bartender had any experience, which he looked like he did, he'd notice. Of this, Rey was sure of.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:16 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 5:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 5:43 pm
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