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[h3][color=tan]~The Warehouse~[/color][/h3]
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[center][h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QP47v5Ehqfs]~BGM~[/url][/h3][/center]
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As the warehouse began to fill up with the Flame Hazes who had answered Sophie’s call, the notion of drinks and refreshments would need to be placed in order. That was probably why the [url=http://i.imgur.com/fqR65wY.jpg]Biter of Torturous Wilt[/url] had been summoned to cater for this such occasion. Because after all, even Flame Hazes had to drink to their delight.

Granted, there wasn’t much for her to work with at the moment seeing as their temporary base was little more than a run-down shack held away from roaming eyes. But she could make it work; bar tending was her specialty after all. Fixing up a small, makeshift bar out of wooden boards, cardboard, and even some duct tape she had found, she got to work preparing several drinks, each with a kick and some spice to them.

Hearing the other’s and their conversations, she gave a wink to the Puppeteer of Devilish Skills and the Herald of the Collapsing Warcry. At least those two knew how to have a good time with the addicting nectar of alcohol. As those two began to get chummy chummy, she noticed the arrival of two other Flame Hazes: the Cruel and Silent Hunter and the Fierce Caretaker.

[color=tan]“Oi! Quite sulking and muttering to yourselves so you can join the others. It’s not often you get free drinks these days,”[/color] she said with another wink and a toothy grin. Her contracted Crimson Lord, Nion, sighed in exasperation, his form that of a cocktail shaker. AS the Biter of Torturous Wilt beckoned both Isla and Alastair forward, she offered them both a cup of Jalapeño Margaritas.

[color=tan]“See that? On the house!”[/color]
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