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After making about 6 of them he leaned back, slipping his eyes shut. "I could totally go for some ale," |
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"Then let's go" SHe said simply |
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"Great idea," He chirped, darting up. |
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Gale led the way, getting into the tavern and slapping down some coins before gulping down his first glass. |
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Kayla slowly sipped her drink, watching around them |
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Gale ordered another, eventually getting half drunk and laughing at his own jokes. |
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Kayla just watched around them, sticking to the same glass the whole time. She watched as people danced and were drunk and talking, unaware that a life changing event for both her and Gale had just occured less than 48 hours ago. She looked at everyone, smiling and laughing and having a good time while she was still stitching the new wound in her heart |
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Gale slammed his 14th glass onto the bar, about knocking it over. |
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"Gale, calm" She said sternly, placing a hand on his arm |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
