07-04-2012, 04:17 AM
"Seriously? Ofcourse I have the money you strange and oddly creepy beer boi." Morgan snarked back at Gab. He didn't even thank the poor lady when he snagged the bottle. Its cock was gone somewhere else before the container was even brought to his lips. The mind inhibitin' liquid flooding down the elf's gullet like some manner of bottomless waterfall! Sure, it burned on the way down! But thats how its suppose to be right!?
So like a completely improper to sterotype elf, he had downed the bottle in such a short span of time that his stomach failed to tell his brain that maybe it was time to stop. This message, carried by frantic and nervous electric impulses never made it to the brain proper. So they were stopped by now disorderly, woozey brain cells. It was than nothing short of a miracle that Morgan was able to articulate "Moar" and stay mostly seated upon the bar stool his read decided to occupy.
So like a completely improper to sterotype elf, he had downed the bottle in such a short span of time that his stomach failed to tell his brain that maybe it was time to stop. This message, carried by frantic and nervous electric impulses never made it to the brain proper. So they were stopped by now disorderly, woozey brain cells. It was than nothing short of a miracle that Morgan was able to articulate "Moar" and stay mostly seated upon the bar stool his read decided to occupy.