Orc came to a lumbering stop and stared up at the tree. It absolutely was covered in bottles. It was more then he could believe. Reaching up with his thick rock covered paws he plucked on from the branches examining it as if this might be the most elaborate practical joke anyone's ever played on him.
"Nope." Orc never had really cared much for one brand over another. His pallet was not that defined. He just wanted the after effects. The bottle cap...and the top of the bottle came off easily with a crack and he dropped the broken bit in the crass pouring the bottle into his gaping maw.
It was beer. Honest to god fresh cold beer. Orc almost started crying, so delighted that it didn't bother him that he missed some of it and it ran down his chin and chest.
Then again he never really cared that much when he spilled. He reached for the next one without hesitation abandoning his empty in the grass.
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"Nope." Orc never had really cared much for one brand over another. His pallet was not that defined. He just wanted the after effects. The bottle cap...and the top of the bottle came off easily with a crack and he dropped the broken bit in the crass pouring the bottle into his gaping maw.
It was beer. Honest to god fresh cold beer. Orc almost started crying, so delighted that it didn't bother him that he missed some of it and it ran down his chin and chest.
Then again he never really cared that much when he spilled. He reached for the next one without hesitation abandoning his empty in the grass.