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Untamed Peach Fluff
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"I don't really mind," you respond, shifting in your seat. "As long as I get where I'm going." The man nods, and starts the steam car. The car lurches forward, and rolls down the street. These things make you sick, but you can withstand it, at least, you think you can. As you're driving, you see the sky flash green again, but this time from much closer. You think it might've been coming from the castle.
"Does the castle use fairies for the atmosphere?" The man laughs.
"Kid, let me tell you something, the Queen? She's not what you think she is," you look up at the man, confused. "You can ask your proessor friend about that." The conversation ends at that point. The awkward silence drifts along for the rest of the ride. You feel the car bounce everytime there's an uneven bump in the road, and your stomach lurches. You're definitely not doing well. You hope the ride ends. You lean against the car's door.
More bumping. You let out a soft groan. You hope the ride ends soon.
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Unfortunately, it doesn't end soon enough. By the time the car stops in front of the bar, and stumble out, green faced. The man points to the alley, and you quickly stumble in the direction, and kneel behind a trash can. After you're done, you walk slowly back to the man, who chuckles, before stepping into the bar.
After a moments hesitation, you follow, and are immediately assaulted by the smell of strong liquor and sweat. Some form of music drafts through the bar's main room, and you can see in the corner of the room three ELVES, dressed in ragged, stitched together clothing, dark green in color. Their hair colors are exotic, different shades of purple and blue. They hold odd instruments in their hands, and play them, and you realize they are the source of the music. The bar's walls are made of dark brown wood, and even then, you can still see stains you can probably live without knowing the origin of.
Different patrons are walking through the bar, carrying mugs of different kinds of beer. You can see a DWARF and a bald man, wearing a dirty shirt, arm wrestling at a table far away. The bald man's arm is made of a gold color metal, and you can see multiple gears rotating, but despite this, the dwarf seems to be holding his own. The man quickly moves to a rough stool in front of the main bar, where the bartender, stands, cleaning a glass. He has a few strands of black hair over his head, but is otherwise bald. He wears a black vest with a red bowtie, and a white button up shirt underneath. His left eye is made of a cold, gray metal, with a bright blue orb acting as the main part. You notice a thin strand of steam floating from behind the bartender's head.
You let out a breath. What do you do first?
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