Trita downed her keg of beer down in a large gulp, her cat ears flattened. Hey, Barkeep! I need a damn refill here, for titans sake! She yelled this, and the Barkeep filled her keg with more beer. About damn time, ya slow bitch. Sooner or later, your going to have more then a wee little drunk lass shoving her spear up ya arse! Not like the wee little Draconian problem will be your damn death! Those drunken lizards will do more then stab your arse until ya bleed out to death! Bastard.
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