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[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180515/97caacbceeb199a2a729638f0625a511.png[/img][hr][/center][indent][color=3A5057]"Files on files,"[/color] Abram said, gulping down the dark liquor. [color=3A5057]"Only given paper copies, you'd think as wizards in the modern age things would be easier, but hell, things just get more complicated when you mix technology and magic."[/color]

Taking the rest of the liquor in one sturdy gulp, Abram took a deep exhale as the burn from the brown alcohol made him almost breathe fire. Khan, Khan, Irwin Khan. The name danced around his mind as he began feeling the effects of the alcohol hit him. Abram wasn't the strongest drinker by any means, but he imagined that he could at least stay awake after one drink. The wizard licked his bittersweet lips as he shook off the buzzed, throbbing feeling from his head. 

[color=3A5057]"Need a refill?"[/color] He asked his new partner. Abe figured that if he was already buzzed, he might as well continue on with it as they were in Sin City. [color=3A5057]"I know we shouldn't be drinking on the job, but, it's not like we don't have a spell to cure a small hangover."[/color] A chuckle escaped his lips as he began pouring out another half filled glass for himself.

[color=3A5057]"I imagine Khan having a warehouse somewhere in town where he keeps these animals. I mean, unless he put an extension spell in his bag or something. Not like people haven't done that before."[/color]

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