Dec 31, 2014
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---"9:40 in the morning? I’d be damned not to start off my day with a healthy servin' of bourbon"---
( He’d mutter out as he’d raise up his glass sloppily in the direction of the barmaid. Causin’ a ruckus as he’d down the bottle and carelessly bounce it off the counter. With a quick, sarcastic salute he’d sigh and stumble on out of the bar - With a bit of force he’d push open the door and shade his face because of the excessive amount of light radiating from the sun. )