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Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]
Marshall had come to work early because, you know, it was St. Patrick's Day and all. Within ten minutes he had he turned a bright green. He didn't care though.
Know why?
Because he was getting HAMMERED.
Know why?
Because he was getting HAMMERED.

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and Set ya for awhile
And hearken to me mournful tale about the emerald isle
Lets raise our glasses high to friends and family gone
And lift our vices in another Irish drinking song
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He was also drunk, yes.
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And he did, if not half so well as the singer in the recording. But it was exuberant!
Was Reno just as exuberant?
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And it couldn't really be considered singing, being mostly a series of warks and kwehs and general poultryburble...
But it was exuberant! Exuberant bird noise! WOO!
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As the song came to an end, Ronan waved at the crowd as he began to leave the stage. "KISS ME, I'M IRISH!" he called.
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Me father got the pox
Me brother drank the whisky till he wound up in a box
Me other brother in his troubles met with his demise
Me sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes
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Actually ordering one was going to be troublesome, of course. But he'd figure that part out when he got that far.
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"Wark! Kweh!"
It's Reno, yo! An' a bowl will do! Booze me!
Yes, somehow he managed to speak like a street punk even by Chocobo terms. Reno was special.
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"I must admit, I didn't recognise you!" Ronan said. "Earlier, I mean. Obviously, I recognised you now. But then, I suppose I wouldn't have, would I? As you don't exactly look yourself at the moment."
Breathe. Drink.
"Hi!"
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"KISS ME, I'M IRISH!" he announced, loudly, to the bar-as-a-whole, before making his way up to the bar and, only slightly less loudly, calling, "Barkeep! Guinness me!"
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And well on his way to very, very drunk.
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"Uhhh, dude, Mr. Teacher? You're green," he said.
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So until our tears have dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up pass out wakeup and then go drinking once again
Back Room
And Clare she died in Clares
Tip in Tiperrary died out in the dairy air
Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June
Ernie fell into the urn and tom is in
OOC
He broke he neck a slipping on a bar o' Irish Spring
O’Grady he was eighty though his bride was just a pup
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up
Now everybody’s died
So until our tears have dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up pass out wakeup and then go drinking once again
I'm well on my way to being drunk so I apologize for the spelling as the night goes on.