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[Gas Pump]

Why do you build me up… you never call baby when you say you will… I need you more than anyone… don’t break my heart…

Everyone gave each other exasperated looks as the man hummed the same four lines AGAIN. For the 37th time. Even the bartender was starting to get annoyed with this particular customer, even though he tipped well. He was obviously intoxicated, and the bartender was afraid of cutting him off. He looked like the type who might get angry if the booze didn’t keep flowing. Attempting to end the agony of the humming, the bartender tried to strike up a conversation. “So, pal, what’s got you so down?”

“Well,” rasped the man, slurring slightly, “I proposed to the lady of my dreams today, and she shot me down.”

The bartender only sighed, and went back to cleaning classes. He knew it was no use trying to cheer the man up, only a good bender could get him out of that sort of depression. The humming started again. Everyone in the bar winced. After another drink, the Man got up off his stool, and promptly fell face first on the floor. The bartender looked at the bar’s patrons. They all shook their heads.

Clay Kavalier, Agent of the divine, was heaved headfirst out of the door by an extremely burly bouncer, who dusted off his hands and returned inside the bar. He lay there for a few moments, until he heard someone’s voice.

“Are you alright?”

(((OOC: Major kudos to anyone who can get the name of the RL song that Clay is humming to himself.)))

[numanuma50]

(OOC: I'll just pick up from here. If you don't like it, tell me...)

"Are you alright?" The voice was that of a girl, with scraggly brown hair, bright blue eyes, dirty clothes, and bare feet. She was the one who worked in the back rooms of the bar, cleaning up messes and breaking up fights. She also provided wanderers with places to stay if they passed through. She was studying this man with mild interest, but with a semblance of boredom. She shook her head at the pitiful form of this man lying in the street. "Do you need some help or something?" She extended her hand to the man.

[Gas Pump]

Clay could hardly see through the haze of drunkenness, but he could make out a hand reaching towards him. Grasping it, he was half hauled to his feet. He took a few tentative steps, and then nausea set in. he managed to turn away from this mysterious benefactor, just in time to miss the figure with a stream of vomit. After a good minute, Clay had purged himself of most of the alcohol, and was back on his unsteady feet. The figure, which Clay could now discern as a woman, merely shook her head, as if in disgust. “What did I get myself into by helping this guy?” she said aloud. “T-Thanks… but I think I’ll be alright.” Managed Clay, obviously very much not “alright”. He took two more steps, and then sat down, in the middle of the street. “Well, maybe I could use some assistance...”

[Raro]

The sky was dark and the moon lit aglow int he starry sky. A few buildings were set off in the distance, yet a few were in close view. Enough for Clay to read, I suppose. "Gronde Inn" One said, and the other, "Erthene Resources."