Andrew “Journalism is about covering important stories with a pillow, until they stop moving.” David Burge
Andrew brought his hand to his mouth to kiss it and then waved it at a waiter who was heading his way. ”That was delicious. From the appetiser to dessert. Perfect,” said the brown-haired journalist. ”You can expect a lofty review in the Crocus time from me.” Andrew had been tasked by his employer to check out the new restaurant that had just opened in Era. Him being a big lover of cuisine, would not pass upon that opportunity. “We are glad that you enjoyed the food,” said the waiter as he picked up the cutlery; the plate on which a lemon dessert with ice had been brought looked as good as clean, Andrew loved the sour and sweet taste of lemon. The waiter walked away with his arms full as the manager of the place walked to his table. The blonde woman held a bottle of wine in her hands, which she placed upon the table. “Your dinner is on the house, and we would like to give you the bottle from which you had been drinking. I gather that you liked that one.” Andrew looked up, his head slightly angled to his left, ”Ow! Ow, no. That’s not necessarily. The company pays” He paused for a brief moment, ”For moral reasons. But,” His eyes gazed upon the green bottle, ”A bottle of wine won’t hurt.” He raised his brows as he spoke. “Of course, I shall get recite for you.” The manager walked towards the bar. Andrew grabbed the bottle and looked at the label. ”I should get these for myself as well.” He opened a small portal in the air and inserted the bottle
in it.
Andrew was on his way to his hotel; he had planned to stay the night in Era; on the costs of his boss of course. But the evening was far from old, it would be a shame to waste that in a hotel room. He was traverse cobbled road, lit by lacrima lights, as he noticed a flashy neon sign to his right. “The Drunken Cooper”. The journalist scratched his neatly groomed beard, ”why not.” He entered the establishment. He was met with a lot of noise, music and people talking. He walked to the bar and sat down upon a red stool. ”What was it again. Was it unwise to drink beer after drinking wine or reversed?” said Andrew to no one in particular.
in it.
Andrew was on his way to his hotel; he had planned to stay the night in Era; on the costs of his boss of course. But the evening was far from old, it would be a shame to waste that in a hotel room. He was traverse cobbled road, lit by lacrima lights, as he noticed a flashy neon sign to his right. “The Drunken Cooper”. The journalist scratched his neatly groomed beard, ”why not.” He entered the establishment. He was met with a lot of noise, music and people talking. He walked to the bar and sat down upon a red stool. ”What was it again. Was it unwise to drink beer after drinking wine or reversed?” said Andrew to no one in particular.
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