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"You're goddamn right. That's the kind of drinking I'm used to. Three throws on this shit ain't bad. I'm willing to bet that the rest of you would be reminded of what you had for lunch if you drank that much," shouted Draconis, "I thought you'd be a light weight, Shoan. Good show. Xyven, you're the only one sober, bud. You in?"
Draconis tauntingly shook the bottle at Xyven, sloshing around what was left.
"I'll drink when we get there. You're all too concerned with getting drunk when you should be concerned with ambushes. Someone has to be on their guard," snapped Xyven. There was contempt in his voice.
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STEVE MCKENNA!
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