"Ha! Yea man, sounds about right." Grobbler takes account of the time, later than he expected. "I don't think anybody else is coming... eh, well... whatever. I probably have got to go. It's fuckin' late, and I started before you showed up." Grobbler rises shakily to his feet. "Parting advice: you should start up another band. Nothing stopping you, and sounds like something you loved to do." "Now where the fuck is the door...?"
"Cheers, man, I think I might," he replies, giving the parting Ogre a steadying hand to the door. Who would have thought it, an Ogre inspring me.Saying farewell, Pryderi heads home, the fresh air and alcohol mix starting to affecting him.
~Narration~ The two make their way back to wherever it is they pass out for the night. >End Scene<
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