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"Hey, has anyone seen my hand?"

*Septim pours Rhade a Septim Shot which has a hand sticking out of it by the index finger.

*Takes the hand out of Rhade's drink*

"I think that may have been one of my clones that were brutally slaughtered in here..."

[[OOC: I guess you don't know about Septim Shots. ;-)

1st shot makes you have a buzz

2nd shot gets you drunk.

3rd shot kills you.

:-D

Also, the Drunk's Demise is a drink designed for Zeta. One shot is enough to kill anything...except Zeta.]]

"Sorry about that...here's one on the house!"

*Septim pours Rhade a hand-free Septim Shot.

*looks round

"Why did everything go so quiet?"

*reattaches hand

"Steve? He looks so friendly though...well...hope you all have a happy New Ye*beep*ve! I will be here for awhile drinking some brews and singing drunken songs!"

*Orders a Tasidian Draught*

*Drinks it and slides the glass back*

"Another draught for me!"

*Drinks his draught and relaxes some*

"Nothing better...delicious" ^_^

*Travis walks back into the tavern and glues himself to the bar stool.*

"Hello.  I'll have the oldest drink you have."

*Travis slowly takes small sips every ten minutes to drink it.*

*Septim pours Demonsul a Drunk's Demise.

"Shut up Mikey, you know drinking a Drunk's Demise would be an impressive ending for your characters..."

*drinks 99% the Drunk's Demise

*goes into a coma

*the remaining three drops burn a hole first in the cup, then in the bar

*comes in the door

"It's surprising how a hundred shards of glass to the brain help a coma so well..."

*Demonsul does some random ninja moves to answer Travis's OOC question

"I guess 99% of a Drunk's Demise makes you drunk..."

*gets attacked by the Obvious Ninjas who abseil down through holes in the ceiling and smash all the bottles behind the bar before knocking out Demonsul and karate-ing all the stools

"Indeed..."

*Demonsul uses the dedrunkifierandalsodehangoverifier machine in the corner

"I think that's most of the effects of the Drunk's Demise gone..."

"Y'arrr harr peoples of the civilised cities! I be Barbaros Hayrettin Pasa from the far east. How's ye lot been doin? I'll be makin' sure some o' meh armies come towards yer farmers to have a small talk. A -small- talk!"
*Barbaros Hayrettin Pasa almost spills his drink while making the joke, hoping that no one has seen this clumsy act, he downs the drink in seconds*

"Hello there Barbaros.  Sit down and stay awhile."

[[OOC: Leaving until Monday...Deallus is pouring drinks until then.]]

*Septim runs out the door and leaves Slasher and Steve the Spider behind to take care of troublemakers.

*Hops behind the bar*

"Well...it may be quiet around here sadly enough..."

*Pours the drink*

"Sorry for the delay.."

*Travis wakes up from his hangover and orders two giant barrels of Septim Shots.*

"You don't need a waiver for Septim Shots, only for Drunk Demise's.  Gimme meh Driank!"

*Travis signs the waiver and grabs the barrels and chugs them down.*

~Two seconds later...~

*Travis becomes an alcoholic zombie.*

*Travis walks into the tavern to find a clone of him burning to a crisp.*

"Ummm..."

*Travis walks back to the door.*