The Chit Chat Pub, A place to just hang out

[oldraven]

Did someone say music? Oldraven entered the pub and, walking to the opposite corner while taking hold of a stool on his way by, sets up camp by the dusty stand up. He plucked a few strings, causing many of the glasses hanging over Hamm's heat to rattle and even a few to fall. It's a bit out of tune. Who's got a pitch pipe?

[Dogshirt]

Dogshirt nods at the Jester o'er his drink an' ask for "Haggis, eggs an' tatties."
Then settles back tae listen tae sam muckle gran' tunes!

[Raven]

Raven motions for Hamm to hand over the 6 string that hangs behind the bar, quickly puts it in tune and starts a lively rendition of the washer woman using his patented 5 feather picking technique. "It's been a long time Oldie but I see you haven't lost your chops" he caws

[oldraven]

I have to say the same, cousin. But I'm getting a little dry. Hamm held up a tumbler, and oldraven nodded. Sounds like a plan. Someone pick a song, though, because I'll be here all night trying to decide.

[Dogshirt]

Frae th' back o' th' pub Dogshirt calls oot for "Who waud be King But Charlie" as he tackles his plate o' haggis an' eggs.

[Dreamer1]

Lady Dreamer turns to Miss Cat. " Who could be still with this fine music filling the pub? Will you excuse me for a few minutes, MissCat? " She rises and, smiling, curtsies to the Jester with a lift of her eyebrows. " Dear friend?"

[Dogshirt]

After that, caud ye play a wee bit o' "Blue Bonnets o'er th' Border"?

[Raven]

Raven glares at the paton with the claymore and haggis in his beard as he starts to make requests before the first song is even finished but starts the first few notes of Blue Bonnets over the Border as soon as Who would be King But Charlie is finished

[Dogshirt]

Ah lad, tha' was grand! Hamm, gi'the bird twa o' wha' e'r it is he drinkin'! An' Ah'll have another Macallan.

[Dogshirt]

An' ah DINNA hae haggis in m' beard!

[Raven]

Raven bends down from stool to dip beak in his Bushmills. His thirst momentarily quench he winks at the gent with the Claymore and shouts, "Here's one for ya haggis beard. " to the tune of Scotland the Brave "Bring me the Whisky Mother, I'm feeling frisky mother...."

[Dogshirt]

Ah'll drink ta that!

[maisky]

Bowing to the lady, the jester takes her hand and leads to the dance floor. "Ah Dreamer, it has been far too long. Much have I missed you and my other friends. You dance wonderfully, but please bear with my clumsiness. It has been too long since I wore this form".

[Raven]

Reeling a bit himself from drink, Raven starts a reel.

[maisky]

Picking up the pace to match the music, the jester and his partner whirl around the dance floor.