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A Pint of Scotch (Part 2) Uriel: “I can barely... stand... and I... blurgh!” He threw up again, but this time the amount was slightly greater. “Just get me to.... to... Bliss!” Angelo: Angelo, slightly in a drunken panic, starts singing softly, his move Sing kicking in and attempting to put the other to sleep so he hopefully wouldn't throw up as much and be much calmer and easier to move. Uriel: The Blaziken woke up, now feeling slightly more serene as what the Sing move was expected to do. However, he found out that he was somewhere, pretty much resembling a nursing room. The linens were blue and comfy, and Uriel looked around him and saw that he was in a small room with striped wallpapers. An old retro TV you’d expect to be from the Nifty Fifties was in front of his feet. He looked at his right wrist and there were plastic tags around it. Just then, he knew where he was - he was at where Bliss would tend to her patients “I know where I am, but boy, that hangover from the bar

PKMN-WOE: A Pint of Scotch (Part 1) I play Uriel. (Blaziken) Azailiathefox plays Angelo. (Jigglypuff) laopokia: Uriel was drinking a shot of scotch on his seat, and he was looking at the bartender with slightly livid eyes. Still unsure of where he was at, he now knew of his name but yet nothing else. He was livid as he still did not have a clue to the situation he felt was mysterious. As he splashed down a shot, he was mumbling about how depressive this place was and kept looking around for any strange happenings, wary for himself at the same time. Azailiathefox: Things haven't exactly been peaceful lately, what with the encouragement to kill some members of staff, and lots of attempted attacks and defenses sending people to the nurse's office. He had been working rather hard that month, and would prefer that thinnnbgsssss or back to being peaceful. He was still busy with during headaches, but those were better than burns and lacerations. To give himself a little treat, he walked