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[color=716cb1]"Thanks"[/color] Tic left a cred stick on the table for the large man [color=716cb1]"Have a round on me, when ya off duty of course"[/color] he hopped down from the table and back upstairs.

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The room was a whole lot busier then when he had left, at least that meant clay would be running the bar not his mouth. A quick glance to told him everyone was occupied by their own affairs, clearly not able to notice him slip behind the bar and make his way into the kitchen. Anyone in his job could tell you, if ya had to ask to get it the answer was probably no.
 
The door had barely swung behind the inebriated pixie when raised voices could be heard from the kitchen. The sound of crashing and banging washed over the tavern as a very angry Tic is hurled out the swinging door directly towards drunken red head.