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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/29/2016 2:06:12 AM
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[b]The Deity simply pulled up a table, and a chair. With him lied a cooler. He sat at the table, and put up a sign.[/b]
[i]"Accepting worthy challengers bitches!"[/i]
[b]He crossed his legs, looking at the small bit of blood and dirt underneath his finger nails. [/b]
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"I suppose you're right. Anyways, down to business, let's have sumink' ta drink!"
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[b]The deity pulls out a bottle, filled with red brandy.[/b] "Fire brandy! This shit is hotter then an African hooker in hell!"
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[b]Ite snatches the glass, and tosses it down the hatch. He burps, and an ember escapes his mouth.[/b] "Oh, you weren't lying now we're you?"
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"Nope!" [b]The deity drinks a glass and his face turns a bright pink.[/b] "HAAAAAAWT!"
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[b]Ite pulls out a bottle, filled with a pure white liquid.[/b] "How about something cold to combat the heat?" [b]He hands over the bottle.[/b]
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"I'm not drinking your pot seamen."
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"What? No, this ain't no jizz in a bottle."
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[b]Rorek sits down.[/b] [u]Yo toss me one![/u]
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"Okay kiddo. Why don't you sit down. After all, aren't you like, twelve?"
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[u]Im 15! What age did you start drinking anyway huh?[/u]
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"Hehehehehe. Good point kiddo. Just don't tell your dad! I don't wanna deal with his moaning again and "oh do the right thing" shit. Seriously. What an earful."
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Edited by XxZANExX13: 8/29/2016 2:53:29 AM[u]Hehe, you got it![/u] [b]As soon as he goes to take a drink, a woman with long silver hair walks up and taps Deity on the shoulder. Deity should remember who this is.[/b] ???"[I]And what did you just give my son[/i]?"
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"Wha...?! Mira! Oh! Shiiiiiiiiiiii-good to see you! And it's apple...uh spritzer?! Ya! Right Rorek?" [b]The deity gives Rorek the "say yes" Look.[/b]
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[b]Rorek looks at Deity, then back at his mom[/b] [u]Yeah, non alcoholic![/u] [b]Mire leans down and takes it, looking at the bottle[/b] [i]It says, 125 proof....[/i] [b]She glares at the deity, and for once in his life the deity felt true fear.[/b]
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"Uhhhhh. OH IS THAT A DRAGON WITH TITS?!" [b]The deity tries to run away.[/b]
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[b]With surprising strength she grabs onto his ear[/b] [i]You think your getting away that easily?[/i]
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"Oh god no! This is not what I watched online!"
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[b]She sits him down in the chair, and places the bottle in front of Rorek[/b] [i]So how much of this stuff do you have?[/i] [b]The deity is screwed. He knows he isn't getting out of this one....[/b]
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"Uhhhhhh. That's it! The only bottle! I got it from pants-*ahem!*-Falk! King Falk! I stole it-No! Shit!"
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[i]Oh so you stole this? Well guess what, your going to give it back to him![/i]
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"Whaaaat?! Oh come on! I can't help myself to a little something for...oh I don't know...Saving the world???"
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[i]You will give this back to him on an instant! No buts![/i]
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"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"
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[b]She grabs the bottle[/b] "[i]Come on now, let's go![/i]"
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"Wait! No! Kiddo help me!" [b]He reaches his arm out to Rorek [/b]
