[center][h2][color=orange]Felix Vulpecula[/color][/h2][/center]
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Creeeak...
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Creeeeeeeeaaaaaak...
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Creeeeeeeaaaaaaa-

[h3]SNAP!!![/h3]

Apparently the roof wasn't strong enough for someone to toss and turn on while napping. Honestly, such shoddy workmanship. Felix fell through the ceiling, landing samely on top of a rotund [s]mob character[/s] patron of the bar. Hey, and it was just in time for a good old fashioned bar fight. He hadn't been involved in one since that incident at the strip club. In his defence, that dancer hit like a steam train.

Opening his tome of Thunder, he gave a vulpine grin and said:

[color=orange]"So we going by traditional barfighting rules, or is maiming allowed?"[/color]

This playful tone was offset by him immediately sending a bolt of lightning at one of the other patrons before leaping behind a table. The mage started cackling maniacly as he began zapping random folks. Gods he loved bars.