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[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Vago's still sitting at the bar. Same spot he was sitting in last night. Same level of drunkenness. Same dejected look. He's kept it up all night it seems.

He's also continued to sing to himself off and on. He's gone through Health to the Company a couple of times, and has most recently been mumbling verses to Roll Your Leg Over.

Oh no, there he goes again,

'If all the young lassies were milk in a cup.
I'd be a kitten and lick them all up." He slurs slightly.

Someone put him out of his misery, they can only get worse from here.

(ooc summary: Wherein Vago and Morgan discuss marriage, Death, and Dancing. Guess who's been married)

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[golden-age-sand.livejournal.com]

From his safer seat further down the way, Wesley cautiously asks the Bar to silently manifest a percolating kettle of black coffee and a large mug for the drunken Castillian.

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Vago didn't enjoy this drink the last time Bar gave it to him, but he decided to try it again. Amazingly it was almost palatable while drunk. He managed not to sputter and spit the foul stuff out.

He continued sipping it, not wanting to offend the Bar. Meanwhile wondering why she was punishing him.