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"Here take mine" Balsa says really quickly, thrusting the bottle intot he hybrid's hands. "I think this argument might go somewhere"

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The barkeep shook his head, "There are people that do this, and I hate them." He explained.  "Unfortunately, customer service is a thing here."

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"No problem" The bartender said, pouring the drink and sliding the drink over to the folf.

"Thanks...", He said before he slammed it down in one gulp, giving a slight face that was like if he were to take medicine.

 

 

"Here take mine" Balsa says really quickly, thrusting the bottle intot he hybrid's hands. "I think this argument might go somewhere"

 

"Have one on me then", He said to balsa handing her some cash.

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The retriever says nothing, but continues to look down at the slip of paper in his own wallet.

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the hybrid took a big swig out of the bottle balsa had given him draining half of it in a matter of seconds and cringing from the strength of the drink.

 

"Yup... thaz would doz it", He said and then started chuckling.

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The retriever, though not wanting to talk, slowly walks up to the bartender:

"...You have a restroom anywhere?"

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He pointed to a door next to the counter.  Through the door was a restroom, but that should have been obvious.  

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"Iz right therez", the hybrid said pointing to the bathroom sign.

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"YOu dont handle booze well do you?" Balsa asks the slurring hybrid, taking the time to hoist a bottle of clear liquid to her lips.

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The retrievers hands were shaking, and sweat was starting to pour down his face.

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"YOu dont handle booze well do you?" Balsa asks the slurring hybrid, taking the time to hoist a bottle of clear liquid to her lips.

"Yeaz I'm-I'm- I'm kinda a lightz weight", He replied

"my namez Zackary", He added.

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"Balsa" She replies, giving him a slightly disgusted once over. "If your a lightweight than why are you drinking so much?" She asks, returning to her milk jug filled with tap water.

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"Alcohol is a depressent, fool" Balsa chastises him. "Adrenalin is more your style if you wish to forget."

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Finally, the retriever finally cracks:

"OH DARN IT ALL!"

He takes the paper from his wallet, crumples it up and throws it on the ground, then proceeds to the restroom.

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"Dontz people take deprezzentz when depressed?", He asked.

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"That makes you more depressed." Balsa carefully explains, as condescendingly as possible of course.

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"wellz I'm not deprezzed or a docterz It' just feelz better... phyzically... and iz fun",Zackary said giving a chuckle.

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[Like I said, here am I joining the bandwagon. Let's see how this all turns out. :V]

 

Entering The Complex, a white-colored vulpine checks the surroundings. Wandering about, his golden eyes occasionally dart around to see a feature or two of the place. Surely he was more aimless than anything at the moment, but something else had caught the vulpine's attention during the little walk, causing his ears to perk;

 

...wellz I'm not deprezzed or a docterz It' just feelz better... phyzically... and iz fun.

 

The muffled talk inside a bar of sorts was still audibly... Anomalous. A short laugh slipped off from the white fox's mouth, as he turned to face the establishment.

 

Heh... I guess a little stop here won't be of any harm. He thought.

 

The fox followed into the bar, proceeding to find a vacant barstool (easily on that note), seeking to catch up on what's going on.

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"heyz there new guy, come haz a drink on me", Zackary said in a drunken but friendly voice

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Turning to face the fox/wolf hybrid, the white vulpine answers in a matching tone;

"Hehe, I think I'll pass, bud. I'm actually just checking the place out. Thanks anyway, though."

 

"The name is Kyle by the way." The golden-eyed fox states with a slight smile already on the face. "Who would you be?"

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   A one armed, red furred vulpine with blue eyes who is CDF Lieutenant enters the bar and takes a seat alone. On his uniform is the name Agathol. The scars on face and neck shows hes had it rough. He orders a Macbethian ale, but won't drink it right away. He seems a bit downcast and might stay a while.

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Soon, a white tiger comes in. He is wearing a red snow-coat, with green work pants. He had a grey bandana on him that covered his left eye. He sat next to Kyle. He then proceeded to get out a deck of playing cards and was practicing cutting the deck.

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the door creeks open as a black,white, and grey husky wearing a button up plaid shirt and blue jeans: as he walks in and sits at the end of the bar, he burry's his head in his arms.

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the door creeks open as a black,white, and grey husky wearing a button up plaid shirt and blue jeans: as he walks in and sits at the end of the bar, he burry's his head in his arms.

 

"Hi," says Chis Agathol who takes a swig of his flat ale. "Didn't see you come in. Are you alright?"

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