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[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180515/97caacbceeb199a2a729638f0625a511.png[/img][hr][/center][indent][color=3A5057]"More people, more problems."[/color] Abram joked, lightening the mood. This case was getting to his head, with it pounding and throbbing. Maybe it was the alcohol kicking in, but the man knew his limits, but for some reason he was getting hit harder than usual.

[color=3A5057]"Yeah, I'm not sure what this drink is..."[/color] Abe said, [color=3A5057]"But I'm feeling it."[/color] Gulping down the last bit of his cup that he just poured, the wizard figured it would be his last one for the night. He knew better than to drink on the job, but they were in Las Vegas, it was customary to drink.

The grogginess set in as Abram took a file in his hand, skimming it for any more clues. But the last thing he remembered was a fog overcoming him and then blackness.[/indent]