"Wh-wh-what do you mean werewolves? Yo-yo-you don't really think them to be real do you?"
He shakingly walks to a table and sits down
"Th-th-this whole situation has my st-st-stuttering problem coming back... I-i-it hasn't happened since I was a wee one. Co-co-could ya pour me a shot as well? M-m-my nerves are shot."
Fred pours Ben a double-shot and scratches his head. Ben takes it in stride and Fred refills the glass, this time pouring one for himself as well.
"I'm sure it can't really be werewolfs Ben, they're just an old wive's tale. We'll just have to watch our backs and make sure that we're fightin' drunk in case anything happens."
Fred grabs a bottle of scotch and fills three glasses. "Ben, David, have another drink. Just remember, fightin' drunk!".
Originally Posted by Toki
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