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Do they last eight hours each time?
"Probably. Unless you wish to stallion up."
"So I take it you drink fairly regularly. Maybe we should have a... less competitive drink some time."
"I'm dead, it's only fair." He sat up and chuckled. "This has never happened. Well done."
"Yes..." Azrael growled. "The pretty, young stallion won."
Asmo went back inside. Azrael finished off the bottle and dropped his head on the table. "...*squee!*." "I don't think she's listening to the...
Walmart indoctrination.
Dusty dropped all barriers to focus on the spell. "Empty your mind. And breathe." "Just do it, hon." Raven stepped closer to her, eyes pleading....
Azrael downed his half and visibly wobbled. "I'll do my best..." Dusty cast a spell on her mind, attempting to calm her.
"You lie." Azrael opened his next bottle.
Azrael finished off the second bottle and coughed. His vision got slightly wonky. Well, damn.
"Heh." Azrael opened a new bottle, drinking down half. "No ordinary stallion, I see." "Are you even still in there?" Raven took a step forward....
Azrael finished his bottle and set it down on the table. "Nothing."
"Half." Azrael cracked one of his bottles and downed exactly half of it.
"Well, this'll be fun." Maya grabbed three bottles of vodka for Blacky, ad three bottles of spirits of Az, then set them between the two. "Don't...
"Mmhmm." Maya grabbed a cloth and started cleaning the counter.
"Make it fair," said Azrael. "I will drink spirits, and you will have vodka."
"Nighty..." Raven took a second to compose herself. "Something's a little wrong."
(Fine, Tommy. Don't play along.) "Eh." Maya shrugged. "Either way, tomorrow." "And you're being confusing," Dusty spoke up. "And horrifying. She...
One more orientation day. If I survive this mind numbing boredom, welcome me back as a damn champion.
