| Borfus stared in dismay, then sat her bulking mass down on a nearby stool. She ordered a few beers and chugged them with a speed reminiscent of a person who's parched disposition kept him from drinking while lost in the desert. She gave several heavy breaths, then looked around. Now, there were THREE none-drinkers. A snakything, a masked dude, and a guy who liked TV. What was their problem? They need drinks! Drinks! Drinks!!!
The love of beer... Creepy. Especially in a giant ogre from the family of duke Boragus. |