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[cow_druid]

[Kiaran's managed to get her larger body up on one of the stools at Sergei's Bar and Grille. It was empty and she had helped herself to a glass filled from the bottle of some random liquor she found behind the bar. It didn't matter what it was as long as it helped her feel better

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[drunkwithdoubt]

Patrick was miserable. Remy was being off again, and with everything that had happened (he still had very little clue about what had happened on the ship), he'd been rather down, and he hadn't had a drink during the entire escapade; his private stash had gone dry the night before, and in all the hustle and bustle he hadn't had a chance to get more.

Pushing open the door to Sergei's, he moved towards the bar, only to stop when he noticed the very large.... cow. Inching closer, he cleared his throat, reaching over the bar for a bottle of gin.

"Er... Hi."

[cow_druid]

Kiaran snapped out of her thoughts when a voice broke in. She looked over in mild surprise, then relaxed when she saw it was just another passenger.

"Hi."

She managed a smile despite her negative mood.

[drunkwithdoubt]

Patrick gave a small smile before pouring himself a drink. What do you say to a talking cow? Deciding that being friendly and assuming nothing would work the best, he smiled.

"I'm Patrick."

you say "how now, brown cow"

[cow_druid]

"I'm Kiaran Whitehoof." Realizing that he's a little nervous by her appearance, she decides to elaborate. "A Tauren."

The druid extends a hand, familiar with the human custom of a handshake. She only has three fingers, and her hand is rather massive.

"It's nice to meet you. You are welcome to join me. I just needed to relax.."