Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog / It's all for me beer and tobacco

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Someone is using the bar to not emo! How about that. No, Aniki is locating drinks that look familiar, singing to herself while she lines the bottles up on the counter.]

So long the merry sailor, he left his mot to me, and when he tries to find her gods all know where she'll be.

[She is drunk. Very drunk. And happy. Because it's a party! It was a party at Mantel and Pullet, but they got kicked out. So now she is trying to find drinks to bring back to their lodgings.

BEWARE. Cheerful snogging may occur.]

Comments

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Well Isaac was just having a drink because Alcohol>Altin Mines, but HEY this is a show. Have a BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG smile]

Celebrating?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

That we are!

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

There's another bottle of what I've got under the bar. It tastes like cinnamon.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Ooooh] Sounds expensive. [She examines several bottles before pulling out the one that seems to contain the proper alcohol.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Yeah that's the one!

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Juni does not go to the bar to emo! She goes to ponder the meaning of life... Yeah, that works]

You seem cheerful.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

No reason not to be! [She frowns at a fancy label and plonks the bottle back onto the shelf.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose not.

[Glances at the bottle curiously] ...A party?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

That it is. [Thumps another bottle on the table] Nice to have a bit to celebrate!

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

And where is she, gero? Where? [Leaning on the counter to look into Aniki's face.] Eeeh, you smell funny, gero!

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Uh.] Keeping the storyteller company, I should think. [She laughs] I've had a bit to drink.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

Aah, why, gero? Why? [grins!] But drinking doesn't make you smell funny, gero! Or it does, it does? Why would it make you smell funny?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Well, maybe he was lonely. [Trying so hard not to laugh] It's called alcohol, lad.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

What's a mot?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Woman, girl. Lass. [She opens a bottle and sniffs its contents.] Bit of Lower City slang.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see. [Okay, so he doesn't. But he's more interested in the bottle now.] What about that?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Raised eyebrow] I've no notion, specifically, but generally it's alcohol.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Someone's in a good mood, eh?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Grin~] Why not? We've got the straightest Dog in all Corus to cheer for tonight!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[smiling now]

I haven't the slightest idea what you just said, but it's good to see someone in a pleasant mood around here.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Laughing now] Beka, a friend of ours. The lass hobbled her own partner. Took him before the King's justice herself. She needed a bit of cheering up.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And you told me you were going to stay sober.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Careless wave] Court's finished for now and Beka needed cheering up.

[Never mind that Beka is one of the few in their little party who ISN'T drunk, but Aniki and Rosto are hell-bent on fixing that issue.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

So you decided to use alcohol? Tried, tested, and true, I suppose.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Nothing like the old methods. Unless the new ones work better. [She sniffs the contents of one of the bottles and makes a face.] Can never tell what's fair or foul in this place.