Falco_Tauvits
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BlueMan
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Tauvits finally found the energy to sit up. This, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that he'd run out of bloodwine. He just felt like sitting up, that was all. And then clambering to his feet and looking anxiously back at the bar. All because he felt like it, of course. Of course. Still, he focused on the man who'd approached him, who he didn't recognise, and grinned broadly. "Thanks. I thought it was. Next time, I'll pick a more stable stool." He nudged the offending piece of furniture with his foot. The stool sturdily resisted his efforts to move it.
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