[i]Xavier entered the bar, a bored look on his face. There wasn't anything much going on lately, so he just needs a nice chat.[/i]
[i]He sits on one of the chairs and orders something, anything. But no alcohol, though.[/i]
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[b][i]Mac brings out a pound of human flesh. "Sorry about this, we just ended up hiring a new cook from the chaos side..." Says Mac, a flicker of regret crossing his face as he hands you the plate. "To be fair, you DID say anything..."[/i][/b]
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[i]Xavier eyes the meal, a bit disgusted.[/i] "Well, at least I am not forced to eat it. I'd rather go for some soda."
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[b][i]"You got it." A glowing bottle is slid across the table to you.[/i][/b]
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[i]Xavier takes a small sip of it without a second thought. He tastes the flavour for a bit.[/i] "So... What kind of brand is this?"
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[b][i]"It's a house special. It's hard to get name brand shipments on a ship that's headed for hell these days, any shipments at all for that matter." Patrons near you hear the exchange and chuckle. [/i][/b]
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[i]Xavier shrugs.[/i] "Eh, at least it tastes good." [i]He takes another sip.[/i]