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| Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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| *Steps gingerly over the still squirming body that had just been stabbed and enters the taverne* | ||||
| "Hey, has anyone seen my hand?" | ||||
| "I think I saw it crawling around near the wooden phone in the corner..." | ||||
| *Septim pours Rhade a Septim Shot which has a hand sticking out of it by the index finger. | ||||
| *looks into Rhade's shot | ||||
| *Takes the hand out of Rhade's drink* | ||||
| "I...uhh...." | ||||
| [[OOC: I guess you don't know about Septim Shots. ;-) 1st shot makes you have a buzz 2nd shot gets you drunk. 3rd shot kills you. :-D Also, the Drunk's Demise is a drink designed for Zeta. One shot is enough to kill anything...except Zeta.]] "Sorry about that...here's one on the house!" *Septim pours Rhade a hand-free Septim Shot. | ||||
| "There it is!" | ||||
| *looks round | ||||
| "I don't know...giant spider must've intimidated everybody..." | ||||
| "Steve? He looks so friendly though...well...hope you all have a happy New Ye*beep*ve! I will be here for awhile drinking some brews and singing drunken songs!" *Orders a Tasidian Draught* | ||||
| *Septim pours Mike a Tasidian Draught...* [[OOC ;-)]] | ||||
| *Drinks it and slides the glass back* | ||||
| *Septim pours Deallus another Draught...he then pours himself a Septim Shot and drinks it. "Ahhh..." | ||||
| *Drinks his draught and relaxes some* | ||||
| *is incredibly depressed becuase of what happened in First Contact | ||||
| *Travis walks back into the tavern and glues himself to the bar stool.* "Hello. I'll have the oldest drink you have." | ||||
| *Septim hands Demonsul a waiver to sign and gives Travis a One-year-younger-than-Zeta Ale. | ||||
| *Travis slowly takes small sips every ten minutes to drink it.* | ||||
| *signs the wavier | ||||
| *Septim pours Demonsul a Drunk's Demise. | ||||
| "Demonsul quit being emo...it makes me want to...have another Tasidian Draught! Order up!" | ||||
| "Shut up Mikey, you know drinking a Drunk's Demise would be an impressive ending for your characters..." | ||||
| *Takes Demonsul's body and throws it out the window in anger* | ||||
| *comes in the door | ||||
| *Travis gets up and stumbles a bit, then pulls out a vial labeled Hangover Cure and drinks it.* "Ahhh... much better." [[Why must you post before I do? :-P]] | ||||
| *Demonsul does some random ninja moves to answer Travis's OOC question | ||||
| *Travis knocks Karzun over when he starts jumping around.* "One Septim Shot, Tasidian Draught, and a Leiondon Lager, all mixed up together into a large glass, add a lemon wedge and some ice." *Travis sits back down onto his gluey stool.* | ||||
| "I guess 99% of a Drunk's Demise makes you drunk..." | ||||
| *Suddenly, Captain Jack Sparrow and a bunch of other pirates jump into the room and attack the ninjas. The two sides fight until they all die.* "Hmm, that was wierd." | ||||
| "Indeed..." | ||||
| "Where is Septim with my drink?" :( | ||||
| "Y'arrr harr peoples of the civilised cities! I be Barbaros Hayrettin Pasa from the far east. How's ye lot been doin? I'll be makin' sure some o' meh armies come towards yer farmers to have a small talk. A -small- talk!"  | ||||
| *Septim fills the orders... | ||||
| "Hello there Barbaros. Sit down and stay awhile." | ||||
| *Travis puts in ear plugs when the new man starts talking and sips his drink.* | ||||
| [[OOC: Leaving until Monday...Deallus is pouring drinks until then.]] *Septim runs out the door and leaves Slasher and Steve the Spider behind to take care of troublemakers. | ||||
| *Travis stares at Slasher.* "So... how's it like to be a mongoose? Must be fun... except for being attacked by snakes. Did you know Indiana Jones hates snakes too? Yeah..." *Slasher had fallen asleep the moment Travis opened his mouth.* | ||||
| *Hops behind the bar* "Well...it may be quiet around here sadly enough..." | ||||
| *sits at bar | ||||
| *Pours the drink* | ||||
| *wakes up | ||||
| *Travis wakes up from his hangover and orders two giant barrels of Septim Shots.* | ||||
| "Sign the waiver" | ||||
| "You don't need a waiver for Septim Shots, only for Drunk Demise's. Gimme meh Driank!" | ||||
| "You need a waiver for Septim Shots! How long have you been here? You need a waiver especially for two giant barrels." *Puts the barrels safely behind the bar and folds his arms* | ||||
| *Travis signs the waiver and grabs the barrels and chugs them down.* ~Two seconds later...~ *Travis becomes an alcoholic zombie.* | ||||
| *Shoots a flaming arrow at the zombie and it bursts into flames* | ||||
| *Travis walks into the tavern to find a clone of him burning to a crisp.* "Ummm..." *Travis walks back to the door.* | ||||
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