Take Me to Your Liter

After pub hopping one night, a drunk Beck Foster finds himself in a bar. In another dimension. Somehow. He thinks nothing of it. (RGRE)

Tact takes a stab at RGRE.
Spoiler: not a senseless clop, no offense, but a story with budding romance and sex in between.
fuck off.
Hey, lookit that, this thing hit the popular page 04/20/19

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A common bloke walks into a bar... sounds like a bad joke with a bloody stupid punchline if you ask me. I'd be damned to say if I didn't deserve this, but, ah, I'm bloody sure I don't. It's stupid, what with this whole 'friendship is magic' shite. I don't need any friends and I don't need no bodgy whore.

I'll take a coldie if it's on the table, though.

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Shit, why not, am I right? Let's hop on this dying bandwagon while I still can. Wait, the bandwagon already left? Goddammit, Tact. You're always late to these things, man.

Enjoy!