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[tar_calion]

Right. The wife has given me dispensation to get hammered tonight so I'm taking her up on it. I want to have some fun before the wailing starts.

So, friends, Numenoreans, countrymen not dad or anyone who wants to kill me, come get sozzled with me. You can call it a celebration if you want, I'm just calling it getting trollied.

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[gimilkhad]

Hmph. Didn't WANT to go drinking with you anyway.

[caranthire]

Hey! Any excuse will do!!! >:D

[tar_calion]

Thought you'd say that. What's your poison?

[caranthire]

Wine. Red, naturally.

[tar_calion]

I'm on the spirits tonight. I have EVERY intention of getting sozzled in as short a time as possible.

Might be the last chance I get for a loonnnng time. Argh. Already got the in-laws/other side of the family breathing down my neck. :S

[lord_feanor]

Ah, what the hell. I'm in.

[tar_calion]

No mutton this time, but booze is always good.

How are things since last we caroused?

[lord_feanor]

Pretty decent, all things considered, bar murderous rodents.

[tar_calion]

Murderous rodents?

*looks non-plussed*

[_elemmire]

What do I count as? Friend? Employee? Stranger? Ah hell. You can afford me.

::orders some wine for herself::

[tar_calion]

But but...Oh what the hell? Knock yourself out.

You did help out after you'd finished screeching about the bloodstains on the rug after all.

[_elemmire]

I try my best.

::keeps getting re-fills, who knows where she keeps all of the wine::

And I painted a wall or two in the consulate but that was perhaps only because I was lusting after your blonde business partner back then.

[tar_calion]

No offence to your craft but I value practical help more highly than pretty pictures...unlike my blonde business partner/ancestor.