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	[u]Weather[/u]: Almost freezing, but not quite. 

	[u]Time[/u]: Quite late. 

	[u]Ambience[/u]: The fog is still present, still limiting visibility as only a cold night next to a body of water following a mild day can. The almost-full moon diffused through it as best it could, but this is more of a suggestion of a pleasant moonlit night suitable for a stroll rather than the genuine article. The streets are dark and quiet. If one listens carefully, one might hear the muffled sounds of a local fellow scream-vomiting into a storm drain intake along the main thoroughfare. Good news, though! Someone appears to be checking on the guy, with the very clear phrasing of, [color=darkgray][i]"Mornin'! Nice day for fishin', ain't it? Huah huh!"[/i][/color] 
 
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	Curly gave a slightly unfocused look at his shiny new pity ale, gave a shrug, and horked it back like a seasoned professional drinker. A beer was a beer, and this was one was delivered directly in front of him. Having been bested twice by a woman didn't seem to bother him as it might other burly, masculine types. oh sure, it might have [i]bothered[/i] him. But hey, BEER.

	Lawrence and Maurice finished up their drinks in short order, paid their bill with swaying postures, belying their levels of intoxication, and staggered toward the door. The errant shout declaring the great time they had could be understood, as well as a promise to do some more partying later on with their new friend(s). But for now, it was time to go. Maurice gave a long, squinty look at the unconscious man near the door, stating, [color=darkgray]"Hey, I know this arsehat! Lives just up the way. C'mon fellas, let's drag him home."[/color] 

	Be it not the most comfortable method of transportation, he was moving nonetheless. 

	Robert was done with the evening. His voice sounded once more as he locked the booze away behind the bar, [color=darkgray]"It's time. Unless you have a bed here, GET OUT."[/color] It wasn't delivered with any particular venom, just a no-nonsense cadence loud enough to be heard by the few people which remained. The party comprised about half of those people, looking around. Steadily, feet shuffled out and away, giving their gratitudes and goodbyes where necessary. Lamps and candles, most of which were not needed now that things were closing down, were snuffed one by one as Daisy and Lea went about their work. A streak of vomit still lay by the door; nothing that a mop and bucket wouldn't make short work of. 

	On the outside of the Public House, things were quite settled aside from the last few people getting back home. [url=https://i.ibb.co/hWRvhS4/Hay-Barn.jpg]The Hayloft[/url] stood quietly, diagonally and across the street from the Pub with its doors closed. For just a moment, a flicker of warm, orange light could be seen from a crack along the shutter of the loft's second floor, promptly righted by the shutter softly closing all the way from the inside. Across from this was the stable, quiet and shut down in the manner of an almost purely day-operating business.