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[i]A man scrambled frantically into the bar and ran to the counter. His suit had multiple rips and his feet were bare.[/i]
“I’ll have a...uh..um.....Drink! Yes, one of those. Any kind...yes, any kind will do.
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"Take a bottle of wildfire!" [i]Another man would call out to the one who sprinted into the bar. Should that man turn, he'd see the source of the voice - a man in his mid-twenties, leaning against a table. He was black-haired and had bright, emerald green eyes. In his right hand he held a jar full of a questionable, green liquid. He'd then chuck this jar at the man for him to catch. Needless to say, drinking whatever that was was probably going to be the worst decision of any person's life.[/i] "Why so panicked?" [i]The man would inquire after tossing the jar.[/i]
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[i]the man inspected the jar as he spoke[/i] “Panicked? Me? No reason. Just in a hurry. May I ask though...what is in this Jar?”
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"Wildfire. Drink it, it's great!" [i]Don't drink it. It's not great.[/i] "Whatcha in a hurry for?"
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“Um..I would like to know what’s in this wildfire drink of yours, if you would be so kind as to tell me?” “Ah, you know. Nothing really. Just trying to get away from it all...” [i]the man was interrupted by yelling coming from outside the bar[/i] “Uh oh. Um...mind if I use this Jar for something?”
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"Use it for anything you'd like. It's wildfire – and it's what it sounds like, too." The man looked around to make sure nobody was listening. "...and if anything goes bad, don't mention me. Got it?" He said in a whisper.
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“Of course!” [i]The man walked quickly to the door of the bar. He could still hear yelling coming from outside the bar. Right has he reached it, another man wearing similar attire walked in. He seemed to be the source of the yelling. The first man chucked the bottle of wildfire at the second man’s head. The jar shattered and it’s contents were sent flying. Before the man knew what was happening he was unconscious on the floor[/i]
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[i]The Bartender raises his eyebrow, but shrugs while he pulls out a glass and fills it with ice and water, then sliding it to the beleaguered man.[/i] "You, uh...you doing all right? Need a hand? Or a doctor? Maybe a hospital?"
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[i]The man grabs his beverage and drinks it all in one quick gulp.[/i] [i](while inspecting the empty glass)[/i] “Me? No. I’m perfectly fine. Don’t need anything........Except a room. Yes! One of those. If they are for sale, of course.” [i]He puts the glass back on the counter[/i] “And a refill too, if you don’t mind”
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"A refill, sure. As for a room, they aren't for sale. You can take one for the night, and continue taking it every day, but you can't buy it." [i]Swiftly, he caps off the man's cup again.[/i]
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[i]the man reaches for his next drink[/i] “Yes, I would like that. Rent a room. Just for the night though”
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Hmmmm... [spoiler]would ya like a stripper to go with that?[/spoiler]
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“What? Um...No thank you, strange little man”
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[quote]glances at him[/quote] You're a sad, strange little man. You can have my pity. Farewell.
