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Not for the first time and certainly not for the last time Tic felt like he was being ignored, he rose up from his seat on the stool and was ready to begin a shouting match for the ages when he lost his footing and plummeted towards the floor. A soft thud resonated from where the pixie had fallen, in a flash he was back on his feet feeling more turned around then ever. Where was the person he was going to yell at? where was his drink? and what day was it? were just some of the questions that flew through his mind.

One of his questions was answered by a quick scan of the environment, his glass sat precariously on the lip of the bar. Flying up to retrieving it he remember one of his compatriot from earlier in what he thought was this evening, surely he'd be able to help.

[color=716cb1]"Ben, where are you?!"[/color] he shouted slowly navigating the simple space without crashing into anything.