Wednesday marked a few runes around the battered bartop. A couple of jugs of moonshine appeared and he looked confused. "I must be getting rusty." He glanced sidelong at Destruction to see if he'd heard. His drinking partner was too busy picking out splinters, so he simple scooted one of the jugs over towards Destruction. He uncorked the jug and took a swig. He rolled his eyes. "North Caroline White Lightning." He quickly pushed the images of Thor out of his mind from when he found his son.
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Date: 2005-12-15 06:56 am (UTC)