Angry walked rather skillfully into the Green Dragon. He felt he was really getting the hang of this walking lark, it would be easier if the floor didn't keep moving around so much. It wasn't really right for the floor to be so horrid, it wasn't even as if he'd been drinking.
Well, he had just shared that keg of homebrew with the Proudfoot Twins. Their old man had had a few things to say about that! He couldn't remember quite what those things were though.
With one last push of effort he made it all the way through the crowd of faces swimming in front of his eyes to the bar. He slammed his half-empty tankard (carried all the way from the Proudfoot's house) on the rough wooden surface and said to the girl behind it,
"Fill 'er up would you love? And while you're at it you can marry me an' all!"
Finshing this tricky sentence, he triumphantly perched himself on a stool and swung his hairy feet in the air.
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