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Arlo had signed up for the classes last minute. He didn't really do much, and he didn't have many friends, but Hops had told him about the classes they were offering and suggested it might be a good place to start. Or maybe she was just trying to sell her lessons, and Arlo couldn't fault her for that. A gal had to make a living, didn't she?    And Arlo had to figure out how to occupy his time, so mixology lessons it was.    Of course, when he shows up to The Ra...

The bell dings above Arlo's head as he slips into The Imporium. His imp, a skittish impup that had come to be called Bear, trots happily beside him. Arlo glances down at the little creature, stooping down to pat it's noggin, careful of his horns.  “Oh, good afternoon, I'll be right there!” Arlo can hear Hutch holler from the back of the shop. His lips twist into a little grin.  “No rush, Hutch! It's just me.” Arlo says as he loiters in the front of the store, reaching ...