Drinking your worries away and stuffing large sausages in your mouth.

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Who: Everyone
What: 17th of March at Bob's Cafe
Where: Bob's Cafe
When: Backdated to Tuesday, March 17th
Warnings: D for Drinking Dudes

Ahh March 17thh! The perfect day to have a festival of getting wasted and one celebrating Irish sausages and beer, right? Bob is looking for an excuse to get wasted going to get wasted!

The destination? The quaint little place that just happened to be owned by Arceus. Sausages floated in the air everywhere instead of the usual lights. Be careful not to bump your head and don't open your mouth to wide hahahaa--- It's the sausages! The thousands of them! Sausages as far as the eye can see, of all sizes, shapes and varieties from sour to spicy to bacon-filled. Cabbages, sauerkraut and sauces! Knödel (potato or bread dumplings), Kasspatzn (cheese noodles), Reiberdatschi (potato pancakes what do you mean I stole these from wikipedia) exploding from all sides of the kitchen. Oh and Bretzels they're made with real Brets bigger than your fist or even your HEAD! And the Beer. There is beer. EVERYWHERE. BEER. For those who are under the age of 19, we have non-alcohol beverages available (okay okay, it's juice). Grape, Pear, Strawberry, Cherry, you can drink them and pretend you're having an awesome time as the adults and some even almost taste like wine and beer! But really, don't you wish you were 19 like the rest? Hahahaha too bad.

Your waiters are dressed appropriately. But due to the nature of the game, sometime they come out to serve you dressed like this.

MAGICAL THINGS ARE AFOOT. For you see, the minute you enter the building, a fog envelopes you and suddenly! Poof! You're in a GREEN COLORED costume! What is it? It's MAGIC! Handy right? Forget having to spend hours for that perfect hairdo, at least tonight you'll be a perfect hairdo or some green on you, without regards to budget. It is merely what your imagination. Besides, even someone like Bob is mischievous this time of the year, especially when she's drunk.

Bob herself is dressed up appropriately. Well, you think? She seems to change costumes every time she talks to someone else or she moves behind a well concealed pole or door. How does she do that? A rather simple costume, it almost fits in the fact they are in a kitchen. What's odd is there are red peppers floating all around him..

Come on in! Be merry! Enjoy your green do!! Get Drunk! Eat Sausages! Celebrate! Have beer-filled desserts!

[OOC - Feel free to start out threads with your dudes doing things if you'd like. Mingle with each other, sometimes there will be special threads like giant sausage invasions, or shamrocks dancing. Take a seat, let the waiters come to you, Imagine your dudes in the most terrible of green outfits!]

Comments

[fullunlifeconsequences]

[If she can't enjoy the booze properly, she might as well live vicariously through someone else.]

So, Byrrrne, what do you teach?

[dothelokomotion]

Martial Arts.

[He says it in his usual flat tone, not really bothering to politely ask her the same question.]

[fullunlifeconsequences]

Ah, what style? [Not that she knows very much about the differences in anything other than some of the names. But she can pretend.]

[dothelokomotion]

[Oh shit I never thought about the style. Oh, someone who knows the intricacies of different styles? Byrne is slightly intrigued.]

At the moment the students are learning a foundation, but my specialty lies in kung-fu.

[Only because I've seen Kung-Fu Panda okay.]

[fullunlifeconsequences]

Hmm. Perhaps I'll drop in on one of your classes, soon.

[dothelokomotion]

[Byrne was pretty sure this woman wouldn't like what she would see. Or would she. He had no idea, and didn't particularly care.]

Perhaps you should.

What do you teach, if I may inquire?

[fullunlifeconsequences]

[Blacky teaches the most valuable lessons of all: everything not to do if you want to be successful and happy.]

General psychology. It's not exactly as practical for a place like this as any kind of fighting technique, but on rare occasions you get a student who's actually interested in it.

[dothelokomotion]

Hmm...

[Oh. He is slightly intrigued.]

An interesting subject that is. Perhaps I'll stop in on a class.

[fullunlifeconsequences]

[WHAT. NO. THAT MEANS SHE HAS TO PRETEND TO BE RESPONSIBLE WHILE TEACHING.]

Oh... Good. I look forward to it.

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