C.A.R.P.S.

*stops drawing on the table in glowing symbols*

Inebriated or sober, either way she is still the loveliest creature in the room. *syrupy sweet smile* However, if we're going to be drinking alot more, I wouldn't mind her smashed so she forgets what I aske her to do *grining wide eyes gleaming*

Then let's all drink to Katheryn getting drunk.

Bombour pours another huge drink for himself, then begins pouring for any who have their glass ready.

A toast:
Here's top being nicely toasted.

I'll drink to that!

*takes a big gulp of whatever Bombour pours her*

Bombour gives you a tall glass of.....Water. Then he grins evilly.

"Just kiddin Katheryn. Here's a real drink"

He hands you a drink of the really good stuff, but a small one.

" Heres to you,
heres to me
friends we should always be
and if ever we disagree,
then I guess I'm talking to Dimak."

Big smile.

Maybe not just Dimack dear Bartender, though, if she sends you to me, you can be assured it'd be a simple stern talking to with much finger pointing but no waggling or glowing. Would hate to loose the finest brewer in Silverthorn

*Kathryn winks at Dietrich and says to Bombour, her words starting to slur slightly*

Friends may come, friends may go,
Friends may peter out, you know.
But we'll be friends through thick and thin,
Peter out or peter in.

Bombour rolls his head back and laughs loud.

"I'll remember that one Katheryn. HAve another drink.:

He gives you another small drink of the good stuff.

*Kathryn laughs along with you*

As long as you keep pouring, I'll keep drinking.

*takes a gulp*

*The healer mage, having set aside her quill to listen to the toasts, leans her chin upon her hand and smiles over at Bombour.*

I feel so out of place, watching you all down such strong stuff so readily... Pour me another glass of the elvish, if you please, so that I can at least pretend to be apart of it.

oh thats no fun.... if you never drink the strong stuff and get hammered out of your mind you'll never be able to drink it. Or so they tell me. Bombour get us both something with at least a little kick. You can drink your wine tomarrow, tonight you drink for real.

*slides his mug over to bombour and sits down next to Arienna*

"Ah my dear one. Here's a drink of Elvish Wine for you. And I'll give you a lifetime supply if you'll be my wife. I've said it before and I'll continue to say it. We would have the most beautiful Spell chucking drinkers in the world."

Bombour smiles at Arianna.

Chucking drinkers..... my my, now that just sounds somewhat vile. Ah well, I'm behind you all the way Bombour. To the impending nuptiuals of Arienna and Bombour, may that please occur in my short life.

To future Dwelves!

"Heres to Dwelves and Ales and other unnatural things."

Bombour downs another huge drink, and hands out more ale to those within reach.

"To honor, for honor, with honor.
If you can't come in her, come honor."

*Balthazar raises his glass again*

To wenches and waves
To riches and knaves
To wine and ale
To wind that fills sails
To ladies and lasses
especially those which take it in their...

ah Bombour pour me another please, maybe if I get drunk enough I'll finish that toast.