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paixaorpg2008-05-22 10:49 am
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Nothing a stiff drink can't fix (Active)
Characters: Luxord, Yuuko
Content: Yuuko's in search of booze, and she seems to have found it - and a drinking buddy.
Setting: The Cheap Prayer [F5]
Time: Evening
Warnings: ...booze? :D
It had been far too long since Luxord had been to this bar. Seedy as it was, there was something about the atmosphere that kept him coming back. This place was a bit too shady for most "visitors," and the locals were like sheep - everyone left one another well enough alone and nobody noticed anything, let alone a black coat.
Not that he wore his in public anymore. It garnered a bit too much attention on the streets, and while that could be fun, it (along with a good chewing-out from the Superior) certainly wasn't what he wanted at the moment. Khakis and collared shirts had become his uniform of sorts, at least for the time being.
So he relaxed on his barstool, nursing a fiery red cocktail and letting the city go by. It wasn't as if the alcohol affected him anymore, but at least he could appreciate the taste.
Content: Yuuko's in search of booze, and she seems to have found it - and a drinking buddy.
Setting: The Cheap Prayer [F5]
Time: Evening
Warnings: ...booze? :D
It had been far too long since Luxord had been to this bar. Seedy as it was, there was something about the atmosphere that kept him coming back. This place was a bit too shady for most "visitors," and the locals were like sheep - everyone left one another well enough alone and nobody noticed anything, let alone a black coat.
Not that he wore his in public anymore. It garnered a bit too much attention on the streets, and while that could be fun, it (along with a good chewing-out from the Superior) certainly wasn't what he wanted at the moment. Khakis and collared shirts had become his uniform of sorts, at least for the time being.
So he relaxed on his barstool, nursing a fiery red cocktail and letting the city go by. It wasn't as if the alcohol affected him anymore, but at least he could appreciate the taste.