Mattius placed a hand on Squatter's shoulder and took a seat next to him.
"I think drinking may be affecting your eyesight chum, hes no giant, although he is a yellow chicken, his name is Chicken and I am his comrade althogh sometimes I'd just like to grap the little runt's throat and..." Mattius' rambling stopped when he saw Diamond and Squatter's nervous stares. "Never mind..."
"Indeed," said Squatter intensely pointing at his empty glass whilst eye balling the waiter. Mattius looked up at Diamond, at last ready to answer her question.
"You may see me dance tonight, or this week depending how long this shin-dig lasts, but not before a few sly ones." He tugged on a waiter and whispered his order to him. The man in the penguin suit went off down the bar.
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Chicken was still mad at Mattius and getting madder, The Phantom still had not finished on the phone. Chicken stood tapping his foot and looking at an invisble watch on his left wing- the non-political kind.
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The waiter approached Mattius,
"Dom Perigon '54 sir, in a pint mug as requested..."
Mattius thanked him joyfully and began to gulp the fine drink down, with at least a quater of it drolling southward down his chin. A few moments later when all the light yellow liqued had gone he placed the pint mug upside down on his head and turned to Squatter,
"Good year..."
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