[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

[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.