H. M. Saffer Forest Dawn IV
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"Lunar Reflections". H M Saffer ll, American. b. 1942-
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Paul’s Tree after Claude - H.M. Saffer
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H. M. Saffer II (American, 1942) October Sun
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Citrus Grove - H. M. Saffer
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Over a hundred shot-glasses lined the table, each filled dangerously to the brim. Saffer would be lying if he wasn’t intimidated by the sight, but due to the large quantity of alcohol hitting his system, he was forced into a hysterical fit of laughter.
“H-H'you know w-(*HIC-!*)what?” His accented words slurred thickly, his speech practically broken within his drunken state. “F-F*ck it, you humans (*HIC-!*) k-know how to throw a real party~ I’m impressed..”
“You’re really trying to kill him.. aren’t you, human?” Damien spoke up, secretly snatching one of the glasses from the table, hoping his drunk sibling wouldn’t notice. Lightly sipping at the hard whiskey, the smaller demon snickered under his breath, clearly amused. “Good thing I'I not a part of this.. I would be buried in my grave before dawn.”
Saffer didn’t respond, already busy gulping down each shot as they were swiftly handed to him. His vision began to swim, and the albino had to take short moments between drinks to catch his breath. There were moments where the demon had the urge to empty his stomach, but he was so far ahead from his previous drinking goal, he has to continue.
“(*HIC-!*)-Ughhhh…” Saffer moaned, his head spinning sharply as he rested it within his free palm. Each glass was now empty, regret already beginning to boil heavily within Saffer’s churning stomach. “I’ve never f-(*HIC-!*) felt s-so alive.. (*HIC-!*) in m-my life..”
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Citrus Grove - H. M. Saffer
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