[ Grinning, Molly guides Percy to the fence post so the tiefling can lean to that instead and pick up his equipment. Swords in their sheathes, coat on and no pride to really be bruised in the first place, he's ready for drinks. ]
[Percy consider, then puts his gun belt back on. Might as well have it at hand rather than carrying it around hidden. A waistcoat appears - it had also been tucked into the coat - and he slides back into that to look just a bit more put together.]
I am not drinking anything that tastes of almonds. [He has no idea what that liquor was, but six shots in a row still sticks in his memory.]
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[ Grinning, Molly guides Percy to the fence post so the tiefling can lean to that instead and pick up his equipment. Swords in their sheathes, coat on and no pride to really be bruised in the first place, he's ready for drinks. ]
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I am not drinking anything that tastes of almonds. [He has no idea what that liquor was, but six shots in a row still sticks in his memory.]