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...Okay he might have exaggerated the [i]never[/i] part of never again BUT in his defense, him drinking this refreshingly cold extra-large beer was more for Zell's sake than his own.

Trust.

Of course, then the idiot decided that a retelling of that moment was needed and decided he had to participate as well. His ears were burning and it wasn't the alcohol, he once again thanked the fact that his fit had a hood integrated or else the stares would have killed him. Were his body not too tired to attack he would have slammed his anchor into the idiot, perhaps going drinking with this guy was a bad luck spell or something.

After a couple hours of playing a somewhat modified retelling of the history (Funnily he found himself switching between the roles of James and Zigmund when Zell had to explain something), he finally was allowed to move on. A slight buzz accompanied every step he took but he was not totally wasted. The last thing he wanted was to show up drunk to the next meeting in his itinerary.

Finally after what he felt was an eternity he stood in front of an unadorned door, according to his source (Freddo) this was the room Mac was staying in. Hestiantily he gave it a few nocks.

[abbr=Please say no]"Hey Mac, you there!"[/abbr]

He waited a few seconds before releasing a sigh, there was no sound coming from within so most likely she had yet to return. James wanted to take it as an excuse to delay this until tomorrow but Zifmund dug his feet in, this was their mess and he had to clean it up. With scalding reasoning he burned his soul he pressed his back against the wall beside the door, hoping against hope that she decided to spend the night elsewhere.

It took less time than he wished for her to arrive.

[abbr=Ahhhhhh, I... I need to talk to you]"Hey Mac, do you mind if we talk?"[/abbr]