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day two: pub crawl
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With everything for the event coming to a close, Oliver sat back and took a sip of his drink. It had been quite the weekend and he actually had a pretty good time. âYeah, Iâll take a flight of the house taps,â he told the bartender. He was fiddling with the pretzels in the bowl next to him when he noticed someone take the spot. Giving a short nod, he smiled. âWhich are you going for? Iâm personally a fan of the darker hop but if it has a smooth body, I donât mind it too much either. This place does have some pretty good ales and ciders though, not gonna lie about that.â
Of course heâd have to run into one of The Devilâs during this pub crawl. Why wouldnât he? Although he had no idea what the guy was smiling at cause Feix didnât return the same gesture, that was for sure. There was this taste of disgust in his mouth as he sat down. âBuddy, I really donât give a fuck.â In general, but also in regards to what this place had to offer? As long as he could drink it, anything was fine by him. âIf youâre offering? Go for it. Letâs see what you think is best. Guarantee itâll taste like piss, but Iâm willing to take chance.â Felix knew, as anyone should not to trust their kind. Never trust a Devil...still, he had to play friendly - sort of. So why the fuck not?











