[Weee are technically still in September, aren't we. Izzy glances up just as he bites into a whiskey stone. Ow. He looks at it. The bite didn't do as much as he'd hoped. Not gold, then. Lame.
Even more lame is the long sidelook as he traaaacks over towards where the ghostly bartender should be. What's up buddy. He in your space? Looks like it.]
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Even more lame is the long sidelook as he traaaacks over towards where the ghostly bartender should be. What's up buddy. He in your space? Looks like it.]
I'd like...to order the soul of Guatauva.
[Worth a shot??]