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Lysander watched the male as he took another swig, large triangular ears perked forward, waiting for more words to come. The man’s speech merely confirmed what Lysander had already established. A little disappointed, Lysander nursed his drink in silence. It seemed if this man was thinking much at all, he was not sharing it. A pity. Lysander liked conversing, learning about people, their situations, just what exactly made them tick. Even if he did not give them the same in return, he liked to hear the truth come out of people. Perhaps it compensated for his own lack of truth.
His hands felt heavy but his head was light and Ly finished off the bottle with a satisfied smacking of his lips. Setting it gingerly on the counter, he stood, and felt contended with the way the floor swayed beneath him and the room blurred and moved on it’s own. “Ah’ll be...” Lysander headed out the door of the bar, having meant to relay the message he would return, but the alcohol was working on all his organs, including his bladder. Outside he relieved himself, it seemed the steady stream of urine coming from him just would not stop. The time seemed to drag on and finally when he felt empty and comfortable again he forgot all about the man in the bar as he stumbled off, drunkenly into the night.
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