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By then of course Attila was hammered, two wines and he was down, but then he did something odd. "A pretty name, Mist, I like it." He smacked on the bar, carusing the coffee cup of the patron next to him to freak out and explode. "Bartender!!.... oh excuse me" Attila broushed the ruined coffee mug aside. "Bartender, the wine keg please, Oh, and a funnel"

The tenth round was about to begin and once more the Preacher and The Lady Maverick were still in a dead heat. The Basalisk was indeed happy to own the Dancing Mug, daily bar fights happened in that place, and yet somehow, the Basalisk, a currently as yet named fellow whos last named ended with "dax" was actually a good .... well, calling a Basalisk a man was bad manners. So he was a happy thing.

Tossing aside the fountain after unstopping the keg of wine, Attila said as he held the cork, "First ot let it breathe....." He waited a beat, then two, then three themn pitched the cork over his shoulder "ENOUGH not to drink!" and he just up and tilted the keg into the funny into his maw and guzzled.

It looked like Mitsu had her drinking buddy.