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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/18/2017 2:17:14 AM
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"Awww..."
Traci kisses the ghost's shell and giggles before letting go.
English
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Wisp happily floats around, doing a little twirl. "Well lass... Ya managed ta tame me Ghost. Could I buy ya a drink?" Finn asked her, taking yet another sip from the tankard of beer.
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Traci shrugs and nods. "Sure! If you're willing to pay for me I'd be super duper thankful."
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"Sure thing." He pats the seat beside him. "So, wha'll it be, lass?" He asked, wondering what her response would be. Being an Irishman, he considered himself an expert with beers and ales.
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"Surprise me!" She spins in her seat.
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"Guinness it is 'en." He laughed, choosing his national drink and calling the bartender. The man plops a glass of it on the bar counter before her.
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Traci stops spinning, her constantly rollong head giving away her dizziness. "Cheers!" She picks up the glass and downs half of it without thinking.
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"Aye, slange." Finn downed his entire mug in one large gulp, followed by a burp. Sadly, his light would burn through the liquor like kindling, so he wouldn't get drunk. "Ahhhh... Tha' hits the spot. Nothin' like a taste o' home."
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"Slange?" She finished her glass and smiled. "This is pretty good!"
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"An ol' sayin from me homeland. Means 'cheers." The Hunter grinned, taking his third beer that evening. "An' o' course it's good! Tha's some o' the best stock in auld Eirin!"
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"Yeah!...Whatever that means!" She gestures for another. "Hey, how many until I get drunk?"
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"Don' know. Wanna find out?" He opens a tab as he asks, chugging yet another beer. In the backround, several men begin a game of darts, beckoning the Hunter to join.
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"Sure! It'll be a fun lil game!" She bounced in her seat, excited to play a game with who she considered a new friend.
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"Aight 'en, lass. Drink yer fill." He slides another drink to her. "Then see if ya 'an hit that target with a dart."
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Traci gulped it down in seconds and licked her lips. With wobbly legs she moved in front of the dart board. "I can so do this."
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"Five glimmer says yer wrong, lass." "I think she can do it." Wisp replied. Both of them watched her intently.
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She grabbed a dart and aimed it at the board. Her hand was unsteady and it looked like she'd miss by a mile, but when she threw it she hit the bullseye. "Did I do it?"
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"I owe ya five glimmer." "Told you." The Hunter reached into a pocket and withdrew five small, glowing blue glimmer cubes. "Ere ya go, lass."
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"Ooh! Sparkly..." She half walked and half stumbled over and took the glimmer. "What is this?"
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"Glimmer. It's money where we come from. You can turn it into anything you want." Wisp explained to her, twirling happily around her. "Ya earned it. An congrats, yer drunk."
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"Thanks, Wisp." Traci gives a drunk girl giggle and sits back down on the stool, her cheeks reddening.
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"I'm glad you won. Oh, and I can remove some of the effects of the alcohol if you want." The Ghost added, floating around her.
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"Nah! I feel grrrreat!" Traci rests her head on the table. "Why is the world spinning?"
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Finn laughed at her. "Because you're drunk. You'll get a really bad headache soon." Wisp warned.
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"Bah! I'll be fiiiine!" She giggles yet again and attempts to hug the ghost. "Eyy, buddy!"
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He willingly allows himself to be hugged. "You're awesome, Traci." Finn finished his last drink and smiled. "Aw, Wisp finally got imself a friend!"
