[color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 1: 17:21:02
The World's End Pub
Village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia
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“Best in all of Libor Province. That much is true, and it explains why this place is such a depressing shithole. It tastes like a potato threw up in your mouth.” The man in a wizarding ushanka and tracksuit robe grumbled as he and Rowan passed an ajar window, “Which still ranks it above rubbing alcohol and Medilandia.” He added dryly in a tone that left one questioning whether he was serious or not, stopping to wipe the mud off of his shoes while the witch went in before following.

[quote][i]”BORYS, KURWA! YOU DWARF MIDGET PRICK, YOU OWE ME A HUNDRED CROWNS, YOU CHEAP BASTARD! ”[/i][/quote]
Being met by angry yelling upon entering a pub had by now become a habit. Usually it was an old uncle yelling through a fresh tooth gap or the owner of the place, something about broken or… stained… furniture. This was slightly new. For once, he recognized her. For two, she was already asking to get slapped, only reason he didn’t try it being that he recognized her and knew it didn’t have much of a chance working.

[quote][i]”Did you not fucking forget that I might be able to see this coming?”[/i][/quote]
[i]“It’s a useful talent. For example, if I knew ahead of time I’d have to look at your mug, I would have gone elsewhere.”[/i] He replied in Polavian, using the fact that Oksana grabbed his ear and thus only had one free hand to do anything to pick her up under her shoulders and carry her back to the bar like a wet cat, stopping just short of purposefully taking her prior seat.

[quote]”He's fucking paying my tab! Aren't you, BORYS? Taking advantage of a fucking Albani!”[/quote]
“Forsee my answer, Suggestion Box.” He switched to English as well, flipping off the seer to give her a hint while signalling the bartender for a drink with his other hand. “And you can also see what might start happening if you don’t let go. Not my fault you lend people money without having anything in writing.” He might have already been six shots in - it was after five, shut up - but with the screeching banshee in close proximity, at least he wanted something to make his ears stop hurting. More if he was about to fistfight a seer.

The vodka disappeared down his gullet as fast as it arrived, Borys taking in the other operators while waiting for a re-up as Felix talked shit. “When did you see the bottom of the barrel? When they tried to drown with the rest of the litter, [b]kitten[/b]?” He might not have taken Oksana’s seat, but decided to provoke at least a little bit and hit them both with one swing - ordering a packet of salted breadsticks and sliding them over to Felix. “Wouldn’t want you going hungry. You look like you could eat a horse.” He noted, lighting a cigarette and holding out the lighter in an unspoken offer to the gathered wizards, white-knuckling the thing in case Oksana wanted to start collecting in installments.