06-19-2017, 10:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-19-2017, 10:48 PM by Kelly MacAryn.)
Kelly is progressively losing control of his telekinesis as he gets more and more intoxicated. His scotch keeps trying to fly away from him as some more responsible part of his clouded, multifaceted mind gets insistent that he's had enough. He starts chasing it around the room.
Speyside is, after all, damn good scotch.
Speyside is, after all, damn good scotch.