[It was going to be a special holiday: a Me Day. Lindy claimed a stool at the Kiss My Grits pub, drinking as much slushied ice from his glass as he possibly could.
When someone began to drop and convulse a few seats over. Glancing from his his seat, he made a lazy plea for someone to call the paramedics when...something black and convulsing burst from its former body. And more. And more.
It kept piling up before the entire pub became a bedlam of scurrying and gnashing teeth. Lindy took another drink.
What was skull-headed demon to do? Take a chug and scoot a seat further. The bartender made a cry of terror as it lunged at them. Lindy sighed.]
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When someone began to drop and convulse a few seats over. Glancing from his his seat, he made a lazy plea for someone to call the paramedics when...something black and convulsing burst from its former body. And more. And more.
It kept piling up before the entire pub became a bedlam of scurrying and gnashing teeth. Lindy took another drink.
What was skull-headed demon to do? Take a chug and scoot a seat further. The bartender made a cry of terror as it lunged at them. Lindy sighed.]
Guess it's self serve.