“Dance with me!” She grinned as she grabbed someone’s hand, pulling them towards her. “Standing around drinking is only so much fun. Dancing’s when the real fun happens.”
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“Dance with me!” She grinned as she grabbed someone’s hand, pulling them towards her. “Standing around drinking is only so much fun. Dancing’s when the real fun happens.”
“So here’s the thing.” Alice spoke up as she finally got a pint of beer in hand, turning to the person at her side. “I’ve made a pact that I would cheers to something different each drink, with somebody different, and I believe we have yet to share a drink.”
The guides to the crawl had started to round up the herd, calling for everyone to get ready to head out, move onto the next. Landon didn’t need much encouragement- taking his bottle and tilting it back, what was left pouring down his throat. The bottle made a satisfying thud as it was brought back down to the counter, a counter now gone sticky from all the spilled drinks. “’Ya comin’?” he asked, looking towards the person still seated on the next barstool over.
It had been a long night, even by Rion’s standards, and one he would definitely be feeling in the morning. He could tell from the way the lights danced before his eyes and the music pounded in his chest, a cacophony of sensations that dazed and overwhelmed and left him momentarily entranced with any face he saw. He hadn’t seen Avalon at all that night, at least, he couldn’t remember seeing her and he doubted that his girlfriend would leave his side if he had. He had almost felt sorry about that at one point but that was two bars and countless drinks ago. Now it was simply a matter of not letting people see his face with whoever he was sharing a corner with. He staggered out of Toil and Trouble into the crisp night air. It wasn’t much nicer smelling out here, alcohol virtually pouring out through the doors behind him and the alley itself smelling of something much less enjoyable. He raised a cigarette to his lips, the acrid smoke battling for supremacy in his nose and his brain. A little sobering up before one last bout with drink was hardly going to hurt.
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Loraly hadn’t been pleased when she’d heard her pub was taking part of the pub crawl. The one thing that made it somewhat okay was the fact that they were the first pub, so presumably, most people wouldn’t be completely trashed. She was on waitressing duty for now, but was told if things got a bit crazier, she’d be asked to help behind the bar. “What can I get you?”
“Oh, how the mighty fall...” Brigid said, wincing. She was referring, of course, to the man who’d quickly excused himself to empty his stomach right outside the bar. Considering he’d spent a good half hour boasting his iron-gut from all the way across the room, Brigid chose to see her pleasure at his downfall as appropriate and not-at-all petty. She turned to the person next to her, a stranger, by all means. “How much do you bet he’ll back in here like nothing happened?”
“Oh, excuse me-do you mind? Thank you,” Alix leaned on the person beside her as she climbed up onto the table with a hoot. “Is it really a pub crawl if someone doesn’t dance on a table?”
“I’ve never been much of a beer person, but it felt like what you’re meant to order on a pub crawl, right?” Arabella commented, taking a sip of her Wizard’s Brew, “And the beers the barkeeps have recommended have actually tasted decent.” She was only a few pubs in and was already feeling the buzz, but the good kind of buzz. Both because of the alcohol and because she’d been able to enjoy her night so far without being carded.