[hr][hr][center][b]Percy Moore[/b]
[color=598527][sub][b]L̵O͞C̸A̡LE[/b] // Smith's Rest, New ̵A̛nchorag̵ȩ
[b]TIME[/b] // Afte͡ŕnoon[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[indent]Percy couldn't keep himself from snorting, sort of waving Kane away as he spoke, [color=lightsteelblue][b]"Psh, nah - I mean, yeah, shit sucked ass, but, man.. Man I'm.. I am [i]not[/i] fucked up. Do I [i]look[/i] fucked up?"[/b][/color]

Percy's cheeks, nose, and even the tips of his ears were flushed red; he was having to squint to see; he had a partial grin on his face; he was having to lean into the counter to not fall backwards off the stool. He looked completely fine, if completely fine meant [i]positively wrecked[/i]. Percy lets a moment pass before he huffs in an exaggerated way - he wasn't even really sure why he was lying about it.

[color=lightsteelblue][b]"Yeeeaah, ok I'm fucked up,"[/b][/color] he admits, like it was a [i]secret[/i], [b][color=lightsteelblue]"[i]Buuut,[/i] if I'm gonna be fucked up might as well do it where the alcohol is, ami[i]rite!?[/i] Actually, yeah, y'know what- Barkeep!"[/color][/b]

[color=gray][b]"Sir, I've already [i]said-[/i]"[/b][/color]

[color=lightsteelblue][b]"C'moonn,"[/b][/color] Percy interrupted with a whine, [color=lightsteelblue][b]"Don't be a dickhead - two bottles isn'uff to get [i]totally[/i] hammered! Man, if I was half as drunk as you people think so, I'd be down to my [i]socks[/i].. And I would be-"[/b][/color]

[color=gray][b]"[i]Je[/i]sus, ok,"[/b][/color] the bartender says, merely sliding the bottle that Percy had abandoned back to him - not that Percy really realized that, [b][color=gray]"Shadd[i]up.[/i] We don't need to hear.. [i]whatever[/i] you were gonna say."[/color][/b]
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