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7/9/2016 8:28:54 PM
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"[b][i]Yeah. I think im going to grab something real quick...[/i][/b]"
Ciarn walked off for a good 5 minutes and came back with a crate he was pushing.
He finally pushed it to Lucas.
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[i]He tilts his head a little, one of his eyebrows raised in curiosity. He then pushes himself away form the warehouse door with a groan of pain, and limped to the crate before looking up at Ciarn. [/i] "Woah.. Can I open it?"
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"Booze, eh? Are you trying to get my addicted?" [i]He said with a joking tone and a chuckle, before gripping the sides of the crate's lid with his right hand, prying it open with a bit of effort. He then stares at the content, grinning widely.[/i] "You wanna share a bottle?"
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"I'll hide the bottles in my mech, plenty of space there. Nobody would check there, besides me. And that is nice to hear." [i]He said, grabbing a bottle and popping the cork or whatever. [/i] "You want your own bottle, or do you wanna share one? I don't mind either way."
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He reached in and grabbed a bottle and uncorked it. "[b][i]I'm getting my own.[/i][/b]" Ciarn pulled off his helmet, cue Maybelline effects. The Eldar took a swig of the bottle. "[b][i]Ooh...a bit stronger than i thought.[/i][/b]"
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[i]He raised his own bottle with his right hand while leaning against the box. He said, with a cheery tone, [/i] "Cheers!" [i]And took a sip, letting the alcohol dwell around his mouth and stuff before, of course, drinking that stuff, taking a moment to.. investigate the effects afterwards. [/i]
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"[b][i]I actually made more tastes. But I'll probably pass out before then. Stronger than I anticipated.[/i][/b]" He drank some more. "[b][i]Mine tastes like...[/i][/b]" Ciarn said something in Eldar, to which Lucas could barely comprehend.
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"Tastes like what? Elvish.. stuff.. Damnit Tolkien.." [i]He grinned, having a fond memory for a quick second, ending once he took a swig from the Spiced Wine Eldar. [/i] "What kinda tastes you made? Mint.. some weird elvish thing.."
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"[b][i]You want to know who is a complete dick? Eldrad Ulthran. I mean like he's probably the reason why I'm a perverted drunk mess! He knows he is extremely powerful and all that and uses it to ruin other peoples days![/i][/b]" Ciarn rambled on. "[b][i]He's not even where I'm from but I KNOW he ruined me.[/i][/b]"
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"I dunno who that is, but I'm guessing he came in and used his psychic powers to fück you up, making you a 'mess'?" [i]He takes another swig from the wine, this time drinking more of the minty stuff, a grin apparent on his little shitty face. [/i]
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由UNUSED ACCOUNT编辑： 7/10/2016 11:08:42 AM[i]He shrugs, eliciting a soft groan from him because his arms would move which equals pain from broken bones and other shitty things, though he shrugs it off by chugging his bottle until it was like three quarters empty. [/i]
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[i]By the time the Eldar Warlock was coughing and swearing, Lucas had grabbed a second bottle and already popped it open, now chugging it again, taking real big gulps of the wine. He'd definitely pass out or some shit soon. [/i]
