http://users.livejournal.com/_courage_/ ([identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_courage_/) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2004-12-13 07:03 am

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Link came stumbling groggily down stairs, slapped the key to the room on the table and attempted to sit down on a chair, nearly slipping off it. He put his face down on the table, whom ever it belonged to, and let out a groan. No one had warned him just how whiskey felt in the morning. Damn.

He felt, strangely enough, a little more free than last night. He reached up behind him to at least check on the Master Sword, to find it was gone. Half way between terrified and curious, he leapt out of his chair, stumbled, gathered his balance and spotted his stuff not too far away, back where he'd left it. He stumbled over, tried to look at least a little manly and went back to his table and strapped his stuff back onto his back. Then his face went down onto the table again.

"Oooooooh..."

After some chatting with Bartleby, Link, whom had risen from his table to go to the bar and get a red potion, returned with a bottle of wine. After taking a rather large gulp from the bottle and shuddering, he comfirmed that this stuff was indeed red potion. Too bad it was Red Wine. Another gulp or two and he still didn't feel much better. Maybe you had to drain the whole bottle?