11-14-2015, 04:58 PM
The Grand Magus kicked open the door to the cozy and stumbled in haphazardly, staff in one hand, a bottle of foul-looking green liquid in the other. Tossing said bottle out the door as it shut behind him, he lithely slipped to the bar and rested a gloved hand on it, the other pointing at the bartender imp, announcing his intentions to the rest of the bar
"I come to witnesh the curioush shkill of that schwinging Shinestro fellow! Inebriate me barkeep, I require a Claddish whiskey!"
"I come to witnesh the curioush shkill of that schwinging Shinestro fellow! Inebriate me barkeep, I require a Claddish whiskey!"