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Zhùliáng Rowan had never been the type to drink when everyone else was, the taste of the alcohol always being off putting to him. But recently he had the urge to venture out and break the mold of his day to day life and by doing so he started to try new things. Tonight he thought he would wander on out to the Tipsy Skein, the tavern known to constantly be rowdy and loud. This would give him the chance to be more social and to push his social limit.

So that's how he found himself sitting at the counter, staring down at the cup filled with liquid as if it had personally offended him. He was trying so hard to tell himself to just drink it, get it over with. The less he thought about the taste it hopefully wouldn't taste as bad, he hoped at least. Finally the hellhound lifted the cup and downed some of the liquor, quickly putting the cup back down as he started up on a coughing fit.

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