((*Brushes off dust.* I can't ever seem to leave forever, though, can I?))
Outside, a figure walks up to the Bar. It's a familiar place to
him really. He's been there enough times, but he always found
himself wandering off. It was no matter of consequence at the
moment, though, as it was a little hard to wander off when he was just
now returning again. He trudged up to the door of the Bar, his
coat pulled up tight around him and his hat's rim down over his
face. He reached out and placed his hand on the doornob, turning
it and popping it open, the familiar little 'click' drifting to his
ears.
The door swung in, and the figure came in with the door, closing behind
himself. He was a bit more vissable now that he was inside.
His silver fox ears, tipped in black, poked out either side of his
white fedora, and there was a silver colored tail with five black ring
markings on it coming out from his coat. He walked over to the
bar with a strong, dominant stride and took a seat at it, shifting the
large claymore off of his back, leaning it against the bar next to
him. Not much of his face was too vissable, though. For
now, it was both hidden by his hat and the shadow his hat left on his
face, only his muzzle poking out. Even so, that was all that was
needed for some to identify him.
Finally, after getting situated, he spoke up. "Barkeep. Get me a glass of water. I'm parched."
Serrif: Reality-(noun) illusion caused by lack of alcohol
Beer(noun) medicine used to relive people from hallucinations
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