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The bar maiden's question awakened a stinging pain on Carver's swelling forehead. He fought the urge to grimace as he replied to her question.

[color=8dc73f]"I don't remember. I probably fell and hit my head."[/color]

The bar maiden went back to business. Carver returned to his table and surveyed the room for the first time. Several other people were seated at similar chairs and tables. An old man in a red gown and a young white-haired girl were sat at one table, seemingly in the middle of an intense moment. At another table, a young fit man, a cowboy, and a detective were having drinks. Two tables seated only one person each: at one, pale boy with a mop of dirty blonde hair sipped a green-yellow beverage, and at the other, a girl in a black corset was reading a book, surrounded by plates of tasty-looking food.


The bar maiden quickly came back with a glass bubbling with a clear brownish beverage, which she set down in front of Carver. He thanked her and took the glass, getting a hint of ginger as he took a sip. He experienced the familiar burn at the back of his throat. [color=c4df9b][i]Mmm. Tastes strong.[/i][/color] He drank the cocktail as fast as he had drank the water, accustomed to the internal burn of a beverage that strong. He caught the bar maiden's eye before she left.

[color=8dc73f]"How did I get here? And could you bring another two of these?"[/color]