Spell Slingin "For the love of god Slinger, would you put that damned bottle down and listen to me?" Percy begged. Slinger took another swig out of the finest rot-gut whisky his near empty wallet could afford him. He cringed as it went down, but thankfully he was far enough into the bottle now that he could forgive the taste.
"Bartender! Do you have anything stronger than this? I'm almost done with this, but annoyingly I can still make out what my worrisome friend here is saying. Now, I'm sure this stuff here could take paint off the walls, but might you have something that could take rust off a horse shoe?" Slinger asked the three bar