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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Honestly, there wasn't even a reason why Dirk was drinking. He wasn't upset about Impavid's death enough to succumb to alcohol to mask his emotions, especially since if he was, he probably would've just gone straight down the drug route again. He was simply having a drink because he felt like feeling the burn of the alcohol travel down his throat. So, he sat there, sipping from a bottle of Jack Daniel's.


    Don't drink, kiddos.
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    ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -6px][hr]The male was rather..hesitant towards alcohol. The side effects and hangovers weren't quite what he enjoyed, instead finding things like volleyball games to relieve any stress he had. Though, he was never quite familiar with what alcohol actually was. There were a few brands and smells he could recognize, or at least sorta make out what they were, though obviously he hadn't been exposed to all. "Ooh, what's that?" The male appeared to have both an innocent and curious tone as he spoke, his gaze shifting towards Dirk and the bottle. ♆[/fancypost][align=center][size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #smolvolleyballchild [/size]

    Freya really had nothing to say, she remembered the first time she'd been drunk, she'd never do it again! Imperial had been so upset with her! So the nyarex was sitting there staring wide eyed at the drinking male, wondering why no one was yelling at him.

    Drinking was normal. She'd refrained from it as of late however. Who neeeded a hangover to add onto their stress? Or, why risk it. "Evening Dirk." She had her mind on other things, but hey, a little hello never hurt anyone.

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    "It's alcohol," the male deadpanned as he made his way over, answering Hinata's question with a bored tone. "Have you never heard of it before?" he mused, throwing a charming smirk his way. Alcohol was quite common in hell, and Asmodeus had to brag about his alcohol tolerance, actually. It was rather high, seeing as he was a demon.
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    "Is that alcohol?" Hanako asked, padding over, sniffing the air. He was a five-month-old alcoholic. "Aaaah, my captors gave me that a lot. It made me stop fighting back."







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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Dirk took another swig from the bottle, quirking his nonexistent brow. "I'm not a lightweight, I ain't gonna get drunk." He muttered to himself, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, it's alcohol. Specifically Jack Daniel's whiskey."
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    "Ah alchohol, one thing I don't think I could ever forget" the apprentice would muse as he stopped beside Lucinda to observe the Strider in his tipsy stage.


    //low muse