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Carrûn · 05-03-2003, 11:22 PM

The bartender's second "surprise" had changed the tune in Awrygan's head from a rather soothing Mozart meledy to a throbbing Paul Oakenfold beat. Still, it had tasted great. He blinked. Eyelids...heavy. Not content to pass out at the moment he prepared to bite his tounge, placing it firmly between his teeth.

The next moment he felt an incredibly sharp pain as an unexpected small fist slamed into his back causing him to bite down much quicker and harder than originally planned. In fact, the very tip of it was now floating around in his mouth. "...the 'lell?" He turned to face a flushed and wide-eyed Narello. "'lam it boi I 'ill oo!" His swipe at the boy missed and the grinning child proceeded to hand him a rather unpleasent looking needle and thread.

Awrygan looked aprehensively at the needle in his hand for a moment, and then deciding that it would not be advantagous to speak in his current manner for the rest of his days began the painful process of sewing the tip of his tounge back on. When he was finished he turned back to Narello. "Couldn't you just have kicked my shins like you normally do?"

The boy laughed. "It's a special occasion. Besides, I've already drunk more than you. In fact, I'll bet..." he pulled out a bizzare dagger that he had pinched off one of the guards. "...I can out drink you," he finished. Awyrgan pondered the challenge for a moment. Narello was somewhat of a legend amongst the Shire, having outdrank most of the hobbits at the Green Dragon during one of his visits. Still, he had never beaten Awrygan and even though he had already been drinking on and off for about a day in advance the man was still confident. "Fine. But only I pick the drinks."

He spun around to face the bartender. "Two of something competitive." The man behind the counter glanced at the small boy next to the man. "You know, you're going to make me loose my license. Keep it quiet." Awrygan snickered. "Whatever you say m'lord." With a disapproving smirk, the man passed the two competitors each a glass of a foaming green concoction.

05-03-2003, 11:22 PM	#754
Carrûn Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Behind you, counting to 3 Posts: 234	The bartender's second "surprise" had changed the tune in Awrygan's head from a rather soothing Mozart meledy to a throbbing Paul Oakenfold beat. Still, it had tasted great. He blinked. Eyelids...heavy. Not content to pass out at the moment he prepared to bite his tounge, placing it firmly between his teeth. The next moment he felt an incredibly sharp pain as an unexpected small fist slamed into his back causing him to bite down much quicker and harder than originally planned. In fact, the very tip of it was now floating around in his mouth. "...the 'lell?" He turned to face a flushed and wide-eyed Narello. "'lam it boi I 'ill oo!" His swipe at the boy missed and the grinning child proceeded to hand him a rather unpleasent looking needle and thread. Awrygan looked aprehensively at the needle in his hand for a moment, and then deciding that it would not be advantagous to speak in his current manner for the rest of his days began the painful process of sewing the tip of his tounge back on. When he was finished he turned back to Narello. "Couldn't you just have kicked my shins like you normally do?" The boy laughed. "It's a special occasion. Besides, I've already drunk more than you. In fact, I'll bet..." he pulled out a bizzare dagger that he had pinched off one of the guards. "...I can out drink you," he finished. Awyrgan pondered the challenge for a moment. Narello was somewhat of a legend amongst the Shire, having outdrank most of the hobbits at the Green Dragon during one of his visits. Still, he had never beaten Awrygan and even though he had already been drinking on and off for about a day in advance the man was still confident. "Fine. But only I pick the drinks." He spun around to face the bartender. "Two of something competitive." The man behind the counter glanced at the small boy next to the man. "You know, you're going to make me loose my license. Keep it quiet." Awrygan snickered. "Whatever you say m'lord." With a disapproving smirk, the man passed the two competitors each a glass of a foaming green concoction. __________________ "Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."