*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!
Percival gives a small sigh. “Fine fine Carlos, lots go.” He set his glass on the counter.
Carlos signaled the bartender to close the tab and he gave a
couple extra Dragots as a tip. Once that was done he drank the last bit of his
Giggle-water and slid out of his seat. Snickering, he reached for Percival’s
arm.
“He—hee-hee! C-C’mon,
Mr Graves, let’s—heh-heh-heh! – Let’s
go!”
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