The heat and the noise of dozens of alcohol fuelled voices met Eruanna as she surveyed the room, hoping to catch sight of a familiar face.
She saw a likely looking group at the bar and sauntered over, dodging in between a few very enthusiastic dancers.
"What's your poison?" queried the barman.
"Hmm.....make mine a pint of the 'broon...er a pint of Newcastle brown ale, please...in a straight glass." Taking note of the bartender's grin, Eruanna decided that her next drink should be a bit more lady-like.
Turning to watch the festivities, she raised her glass. "Happy Birthday, Barrowdowns!"
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