[Cards] Wispy Sour

"Alright, pack it in bud. I've taken enough o' your gold for one night. Time to go home."

The half elf didn't move. He was slumped on the bar, gazing lazily into the drink in front of him. He murmured something inaudible.

"Whassat? Come on, speak up. Time to get a move on, bub."

The fey made a dramatic motion, slinging his back upright and staring blearily at the bartender. He held out the drink and swirled it, the tiny light inside rolling around helplessly inside.

"Ah sed I see DEAD peeble!"