OOC/WC
Mysterious was feeling better than he had felt yesterday and was out riding around on Brutus admiring the breathtaking vista before his eager eyes. He squinted in the dim evening rays and spotted two males having quite a "hot" conversation a few yards away from him and his sturdy steed, Brutus. He walked up to the males that he assumed were as straight as circles, he yelled out, "You boys sound thirsty! Wanna drink?!" in his high pitched, wily southern voice. He had whiskey, red wine bottles, and a woman's undergarments tied to Brutus' saddle that Mysterious had made when he was a pup, shaking around the tasty liquid it contained as Brutus stepped forward.
As he got closer, he recognized the two from walking around the village and he remembered that one of them had a girl following him around. He grinned and called out, "Well, do ya? It's some good stuff!" and he leapt off Brutus who had stopped quite some time ago and he looked over the two.
Mysterious Does "Mysterious speaks." Mysterious thinks.
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