C.A.R.P.S.

Sorry I was gone so long. I had things to do elsewhere. However I am back to serve the thirsty amongst you all.

A toast!
"LAdies and Gentlemen
Be of good cheer.
For they are out there
And we are in here!

(Bombour takes a huge drink)

*fergus looks up from his drum, gets a drink from the bar*
A toast to drinking:

Here's to a long life and a merry one
A quick death and an easy one
A pretty gril and an honest one
A Cold Pint and another one

Welcome back Bombour, I hopw you travels find you well.

*oredering his own drink*

A more simple toast

Here's to good times and good friends and good drink
may we never run short of any of those

....And to all of Us who Seeses,
May they be free of diseases!


Bombour Shuts through his cup of ale

Or Shouts Into his ale.
Either way really.....

*Balthazar raises his glass*

May your ale always be frothy
May your wenches always be saucy
May your eyes never be glossy
And may your mind never be foggy
If these things be not true
May you wake to find you atleast still have your shoes

Heres to shoes and drinking.

Bombour takes another huge drink.

Here's to the wine we love to drink, and the food we like to eat.
Here's to our husbands and sweethearts, let's pray they never meet.
Here's champagne for our real friends And real pain for our sham friends.
And when this life is over, may all of us find peace.

And here's another one:

Here's to the game called "Ten Toes"
That's played all over town.
The lassies play with ten toes up.
And the lads with ten toes down!

That last you stole from me, Katheryn. I'll be bound now to have another drink. And here's a penalty shot for the use of a stolen toast.

He hands you a small shot of something strong.

Fair enough!

*holds her breath and swallows the shot*

*cough, cough*

That was smooooth.

Oops. Smooth? Then it doesn't qualify as a penalty shot. Let me find the Shtuff I give Galen.

Bombour pours another drink, and hands it to katheryn with a wink.

Goodness Bombor, you're gonna kill me yet. *wink*

*downs the shot but doesn't say anything this time*

I could swear you took that drink like a real Dwarve. Maybe I'll have to stop referring to you as a demi-dwarve. Maybe. We could decide by having you drink ALOT more. But maybe not. I wouldn't want an overly drunken you on my hands. Although your new husband might like it.

Bombour Drinks Again.

Turning to Deitrich. "Whadda you say?"

*rolls her eyes jokingly and looks over at Dietrich*