That gets another snort of laughter before Alistair disappears from view.
The tavern's growing more crowded by the hour; there are enough people milling around the bar that when he asks for two mugs of whatever Cullen just had -- putting on his best puppy-dog face in the hope Cabot might be swayed -- all he gets is a studious blank look. Damn.
The bartender's a reasonable fellow, though. "Something else strong that doesn't taste like drinking your own death?" asks Alistair, hopefully, and while that gets a snort and a you're the one who asked for that piss earlier, Cabot pulls out a bottle filled with sweet-smelling amber liquor.
"...Any chance I could relieve you of the whole bottle?"
"Nope," says Cabot, and splashes a measure of liquor into two glasses -- two large glasses, to his credit -- before sliding them across the bar to Alistair.
A sigh. "I'd say you're a cruel man," says Alistair, retrieving the drinks, "but I know you'd never serve me again."
Cabot smirks. "Damn right."
Alistair is just drunk enough that going upstairs, without a free hand to brace on the rail, takes rather longer than going downstairs. Luckily, he manages it without a drop spilled.
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The tavern's growing more crowded by the hour; there are enough people milling around the bar that when he asks for two mugs of whatever Cullen just had -- putting on his best puppy-dog face in the hope Cabot might be swayed -- all he gets is a studious blank look. Damn.
The bartender's a reasonable fellow, though. "Something else strong that doesn't taste like drinking your own death?" asks Alistair, hopefully, and while that gets a snort and a you're the one who asked for that piss earlier, Cabot pulls out a bottle filled with sweet-smelling amber liquor.
"...Any chance I could relieve you of the whole bottle?"
"Nope," says Cabot, and splashes a measure of liquor into two glasses -- two large glasses, to his credit -- before sliding them across the bar to Alistair.
A sigh. "I'd say you're a cruel man," says Alistair, retrieving the drinks, "but I know you'd never serve me again."
Cabot smirks. "Damn right."
Alistair is just drunk enough that going upstairs, without a free hand to brace on the rail, takes rather longer than going downstairs. Luckily, he manages it without a drop spilled.