[Closed] An old man and an eldritch abomination walk into a liquor store

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

WHO: Hank + Ithaqua (and Sumo!)
WHEN: late February
WHERE: the liquor store
WHAT: Hank and Sumo meet an eldritch abomination...
NOTES\WARNINGS: TBD, but probably mentions of alcoholism at a minimum.

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Thank fuck for the liquor store. Hank still has no idea how the stock for all these stores works, exactly, but he’ll indulge.

Especially now, with the whole... Solmara thing. Who knows? Maybe this’ll be the last stock of booze Hank will ever get to browse. Not that he doesn’t believe in Connor to make the right decision with the whole “mission” thing, but that’s out of his hands.

Sumo, a one-hundred-and-seventy pound St. Bernard, is lurking the aisles, too. Barely managing to squeeze through some, in truth. Wagging tail getting dangerously close to knocking a bottle off a shelf, and —

There it goes: crashing to the floor. Hank herds his dog away from the broken glass, peering down at the mess.

“Of course you had to go and break the whiskey, huh?”

Sumo borfs!