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Thoughts blurred through Doorman's head, where am I, can I get back, does it always look that bad, god I hate magic. All of this was thoroughly out of his comfort zone. He needed a drink, bad, and suddenly found himself with two. Knocking back both drinks, he starts slowing walking. Nowhere in particular, just walking. Passing his blue friend, who seemed intent on standing in the middle of the room, he picked him up by the scruff of his jacket, and placed him on a bar stool. Then he turned towards the hallways, and continued his walk. He’d figure out what he was looking for later. Right now, it just seemed like the right thing to do.