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[Jan. 11] [Suikoden II] Leona's Place: The Grand Re-opening in its New Location
Title: Leona's Place: The Grand Re-opening in its New Location
Day/Theme: Jan. 11, 2011 "Affable drunks"
Series: Suikoden II
Character/Pairing: Leona, Viktor, Flik
Rating: PG
"This bar. Leona. This bar," Viktor boomed, joyous and growing gradually sloppier, noisier, and even more cheerful as copious amounts of alcohol entered his system.
Leona took a long drag from her pipe. She could be patient. She was used to this. Barkeep had been one of only two jobs she had ever held. She was used to spending time in the company of drunks. Even more importantly, she was used to spending time with Viktor. "Yeah, you like the new place, right?"
"Like the place? I love it!" the big mercenary gushed, reaching over the counter to try and hug her.
Leona, fairly sober, dodged his hands with a single step. Viktor fell face first into his mug, sloshing beer across the wooden counter. "Eew, Viktor, watch it!" Flik complained, lifting his own drink up before the bottom of the glass could be coated with a ring of sticky liquid.
"Sorry, sorry, it was all a big mishunderstanding," his friend slurred.
Flik rolled his eyes. "Can you believe this guy?" he asked, looking to Leona for a bit of understanding.
The experienced barkeep only smiled sympathetically. The way things were going, it looked like she was bound to have plenty of business into the foreseeable future. Bad as the war was, there was nothing like a sizable gathering of warriors to drum up some business.
Day/Theme: Jan. 11, 2011 "Affable drunks"
Series: Suikoden II
Character/Pairing: Leona, Viktor, Flik
Rating: PG
"This bar. Leona. This bar," Viktor boomed, joyous and growing gradually sloppier, noisier, and even more cheerful as copious amounts of alcohol entered his system.
Leona took a long drag from her pipe. She could be patient. She was used to this. Barkeep had been one of only two jobs she had ever held. She was used to spending time in the company of drunks. Even more importantly, she was used to spending time with Viktor. "Yeah, you like the new place, right?"
"Like the place? I love it!" the big mercenary gushed, reaching over the counter to try and hug her.
Leona, fairly sober, dodged his hands with a single step. Viktor fell face first into his mug, sloshing beer across the wooden counter. "Eew, Viktor, watch it!" Flik complained, lifting his own drink up before the bottom of the glass could be coated with a ring of sticky liquid.
"Sorry, sorry, it was all a big mishunderstanding," his friend slurred.
Flik rolled his eyes. "Can you believe this guy?" he asked, looking to Leona for a bit of understanding.
The experienced barkeep only smiled sympathetically. The way things were going, it looked like she was bound to have plenty of business into the foreseeable future. Bad as the war was, there was nothing like a sizable gathering of warriors to drum up some business.