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The Nag's Head [Pub Crawl]

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#1Nikki 

The Nag's Head [Pub Crawl] Empty Sun Oct 16, 2022 10:01 am

Nikki




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Got no clue what the fuck's going on, but… Certainly not the sort to let the door creak slowly as she stepped inside an establishment that reminded her rather substantially of the sheepshead bar, and no longer about to stare at the various forms of horror either which loitered and looked to her as she damn near knocked the thing of its hinges either for that matter, Nikki Marcella simply cocked her head toward men made of bones and those with pumpkins and all manner of other things for heads as she marched inside without any real thought to how she had ended up here.
At least there's a bar? Not even sure that she wasn't dreaming right now but the presence of that stale stank of alcohol something which meant it was bound to a good one, the brunette barged with her shoulder and jostled against all kinds of things that went bump in the night, and frankly felt more at home alongside them than she had done in years, in fact.

“Let's see now, whatcha got?” Almost tempted to treat this little excursion like something of a vacation for herself even though she basically lived her life now like she had been subjected to some eternal holiday, all the same the fanged fox was happy to find herself standing before a headless barman and beam as she did so, before looking at a board behind his absence of a skull to see a bunch of names she could only assume was written in blood with how it seemed to tickle her attention.
“Fuck it, you only live once, right? Gimme a Black Death!” Frankly tempted to just vault the counter and start licking that but nothing if not a consummate professional when it came to the fine art of intoxication, instead she slapped her hand down upon the wood or perhaps bone feeling material she was presented and demanded the nastiest set of words she could comprehend from the list, and knew that she was going to enjoy herself because of that. Or, at the very least, die again trying…


~ It's more fun ~

~ to play with your food ~

credit to nat of adoxography.

#2Nikki 

The Nag's Head [Pub Crawl] Empty Sun Oct 16, 2022 10:02 am

Nikki




WORDS: #### | TOTAL: #### | CLASSIC


“Whoa… The smoke…? Shit, looks like it really is gonna kill me!” Pausing for a moment as the worlds worst headbanger handed her a mug of something that seemed to be exuding a pitch black fog from its top to sniff at it curiously, an olfactory aficionado like Miss Marcello could certainly sample all kinds of things from it such as the vaguest presence of absinthe as well as what smelled like the musk of a church and probably some cyanide, and found her 'audience' waiting with breath or whatever their equivilent was baited as the brunette readied herself. Not that it took long, mind you.
“Oh well, at least she died doing what she loved, right? Bottoms up!” Doubting that even if she had something beating betwixt her bust that she would have waited long to knock that glass back and fill her form with it even if she was one hundred percent guaranteed her demise, on balance the bodacious belle had to admit that she could think of worse ways to go than necking the most epic option a bar had to offer, and in fact, might even have preferred that even to the experience of having a belly full of mead and a pretty thing dipped into her nethers as well.

“Ulp… Ulp… Ulp… FUCK MEEE!” What resulted as she raised her mug and sent the cursed concoction into her gullet making the strongest and nastiest spirit feel like a weak little girl by comparison, all that Nikki could feel was something that felt like liquid fire or magma plunging into her throat and burning everything it touched, while ordinarily one might have objected to such a sensation the sanguine siren frankly did not, and in fact given the response she felt after sinking the lot in one go more than made up for it.
“It's like drinking ten pints at once! Gimme some more'a that shit man!” All too quickly the room seeming to spin as she slammed the tankard onto the table with enough force to shatter it and her mind seeming to lose whatever little force of shame or repression either as alcohol seemed to have suffused itself in some inception-style gambit to provide pound for pound the greatest force of intoxication she had ever felt, all the fox could do was shake her head and grin and then demand more, which seemed to earn her a cry and a clap from the non-entities around her. Apparently they liked a bitch with balls, huh?


~ It's more fun ~

~ to play with your food ~

credit to nat of adoxography.

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