"What the hell is a dab and Damn Daniel?" He asked as they entered the Hangar, warehouse whatever the fück. It was a big storage building that was all filled with a pimpin amount of vehicles. There was a Eldar Warlock in the room, shirt and helmet off and crying next to 3 bottles of scotch "What the fùck is one of those dagger eared prícks doing here?" Ling said, while Arknin starting to open more bottles of alcohol. "[b][u]That someone...helped me get this good shit.[/u][/b]" The Priest replies, handing Ling his now opened bottle of wine. Ling took a large swig. "This is that Spiced Eldar wine isn't it?" He said, feeling the effects of it because he was a Normie who didn't drink alcohol.