Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20200102024533/@comment-5583506-20200123222439

Shanks had managed to drag himself to the counter at the local bar. Though he was dying to get back to Kay and to his stashed gear already, he really needed to quench his thirst first and foremost. Having endured the long trip from Montana to Seattle in his condition really didn't agree with his body. Even as the other patrons of the bar gawked and stared at him as if their beer had been spiced with chems, he did not particularly care much, he just wanted to drink.

Even the bartender seemed awfully off about this whole situation and wondered whether or not someone had drugged them all. Because there was surely no way in hell that this ... thing by the counter was actually real, right? It was a reality that was hard to accept, especially when the strange supposedly drug-fueled vision of this wolf-dog-man-monster ordered five more rounds.