[center][h2][color=92278f]Bonesword[/color][/h2]~Intermission~[/center]
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The swordsman was put-off by the atmosphere of the place. All he wanted to do was get alcohol that he desired, and not any of this special stuff. The blue alcohol was attractive, even hypnotic, but with the look that everyone in the bar had at that time, it did not give a good vibe to the skeleton. [color=92278f][b]"I thank you for the offer, but I'm alright for the time being..."[/b][/color] Bonesword had a bottle of scotch and a kamikaze, and he was quite happy with that. He couldn't even properly get intoxicated off the stuff because he had no liver or stomach to even process it, and if anything it just wet his pants when he drank anything. One might ask why the skeleton possesses a trait of alcoholism but cannot get drunk off it, and they would be answered with how the swordsman did not want to be rude.

[color=92278f][b]"... nice pun by the way. I can respect a sense of humor."[/b][/color] Bonesword actually questioned if all succubi had a fondness for wordplay, because so far he's met two succubi that both said some good puns. It was then when he noticed that there was the small door on the side of the bar, taking whatever unlucky patron to god-knows where. It enticed the swordsman to know what exactly was down there, but there was the sense of something bad underlying everything. How could he figure out without personally experiencing it? Immediately the wordplay came back to mind, and the skeleton chuckled as he put his kamikaze down to speak. [color=92278f][b]"I'll buy a bottle of the house special if you can tell me where *that* door would [i]whisk-me[/i] off to."[/b][/color] Heh heh! Whiskey, whisk me! The skeleton loved that joke.
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