[Event Post]

[ogrewarrior]

A man sits on a park bench, holding his head. He looks like he might be walking off a three month bender of pitchers of gin, shame, and regret. There might have been some whiskey in there too. He rubs at his face as he stares up at the sun, winces, and looks back down. 

"...what... What the hell did I do?"

Comments

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"You're a pretty excellent bastard, aren't you? Where do you usually hang out at?"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Nowhere. I appear where I feel like is the most opportune of moments.

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"That's a pretty useful talent Mr. Alcohol Spirit. So, uh, you've got a pretty bitching deck then, don't you? If you're in the finals, right?"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Of course I do. I don't lose, so obviously, it's a pretty damn good deck, now wouldn't you say?

*he shuffles through his pocket, before producing a metal lighter. Lights that cigarette*

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Well, shit, I need to see if I'm still up to snuff. And what other way to try and test than take on some sorta champion?"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Oh, so you want a duel?

Do you even have something to drive in, or do you just want to stand around and do it, ehh?

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Meet me in front of my son's bar tonight, and I'll have a riding duel with you, Shian."

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Oh? Your son's bar?

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, the Flamvell Bar and Grill. The little jerk is becoming a fully fledged adult and not turning out like his old man. Don't tell him I'm proud though."

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

*... it takes him a good minute of thinking*

... Oh, yes. Now I remember.

I bought some really strong alcohol off of him, I think.

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"...It's pretty likely. We got a deal?"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Sure, sure. I don't mind humoring you.