originally posted in:Neo Punks
Sawyer walks by, sits down and orders 10 shots of whiskey, on the rocks and extra-hard. He downs then in seconds.
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[b]He ignores, as he's seen much worse in his day[/b]
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Sawyer orders at least 20 more and downs them a bit faster. A crowd starts to gather.
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[b]He continues ignoring; he's a Texan, this is normal[/b]
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His tab is now drowned by hundreds of dollars as he drinks 50 more, not looking hammered in the slightest.
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[b]He finishes his drink, walking out[/b]
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Sawyer shoots the bartender inbetween his eyes and walks out after JT. "Sorrows drownethed in drinks of the Devil."
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"And Shakespeare didn't drown with him" [b]Ghe says, walking down the street[/b]