Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150603194921

Azulius looked genuinely confused as Kazami sat down at his table. Thanks to his change of clothes, as well as Azzie's intoxication, it took at least a few seconds to register that this was indeed Hitori, who had somehow given Iris the slip, changed his clothes, and found the magician. Making sure this was really happening, Azulius clumsily raised his hand and placed it on his new ally's shoulder.

"Good, I'm not hallucinating yet," Azulius semi-slurred, "And I got lucky here.  Their idea of a Russian Roulette is red wine, loaded with vodka.  The way my uncle makes them is vodka, loaded with absinthe or something else out there.  Now that will send ya to Slumberland, non-stop flight." Draining his glass of OJ, Azzie stood up, only to sway a little and fall against a pillar.

"Before I forget, pay attention to the music," he gestured to the band, playing the bridge of a blues classic. "This is some of the music you need in your library.  Something relaxing.  I'll set you up when we're at Beacon again.  Speaking of which," he shook his head, trying to make the floor hold still, "that may be a little difficult for the moment.  Tell the barkeep to bring me a Crash Cart, so I can get out of here under my own power."