The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

[Khelric]

Wolf groans as the paper hits him. It breaks his concentration on the bottle and he spills some of the potent booze on himself. He sits straight up and slams his bottle on the table as he gets ready to turn the poor sod that hit him into a bloody pulp. After looking around, he sees Clif grinning at him.

"Friggin' kids." he grumbles to himself as he settles back into his chair.

Clif seems to be ordering a drink at the bar and fiddling with something in his hands. Wolf notices him take a drink from the bar and then approach his table and slam his drink down, spilling a bit.

"Not too bright, eh son? Marijuana too? You give me crap for the cardi, but you're puffin' on that weak stuff. Speakin' of which, it's 'bout that time."

Ignoring the tube going into his nostril, Wolf pulls out a makeshift homemade device and loads it up with some Cardamine he keeps in a small bag in his pocket. He places a nozzle from the device into his other nostril and presses a button, delivering a full burst of the powder into his nasal passages. He sits up straight in his chair and breathes deep again as more of the drug is forced into his system. Wolf's eyes flutter shut as he sporadically releases all of the air in his lungs and sinks back into his chair.

"Never thought I'd use this stuff..." He chokes out in between a few coughs, "but it's not half bad. So what havoc are you raising today, boy?" He sputters out at Clif as he regains his equilibrium and opens his eyes again.

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