The Chit Chat Pub, A place to just hang out

[Raven]

(Raven bounces happily in time with the song while eating gingernuts and drinking whiskey at the same time spilling as much of both as he consumes in the process)

[urian]

You take the high road and I'll take the low road and I'll be in scotland before you. but me and my true love will ne'er meet again by the bonnie bonnie nacks of lock lomond."
As Urian sings he rolls the crystals in his hands in time to the tune.

Urian slightly chuckles between notes at Raven.

[Raven]

(Raven suddenly glances at his wing watch and realizes that the hour has grown late) Sorry to leave so suddenly (he says as he slaps some coin down on the bar and gathers himself while finishing his whiskey and stuffing more gingernuts in his beak) mmmphogf but Mrs Raven ....jhmppgff ... is going to be .,hagmf[... up set if I'm not home very shortly

[urian]

"Good night my friend. Take care." Urian returns to his contact juggling and singing once again fading into the dark.

[Elspeth]

Elspeth enters the tavern, late as usual. She peers though the cigar smoke, searching for another with whom to share a late night mug of tea.

"Aye, missed the pairtie agane."

She once again peers into the shadows. Is that a lad juggling and humming in the darkness? Nay, only tired eyes hopefully deceiving.

Perchance on the morrow if she agane enters the pub she will find a willing lad to sing with her a duet to the strains of a mournful fiddle.

Leaving she wonders if anyone knows the tune from Cold Mountain, My One True Ain.

[silverdragon]

SilverDragon uncurls herself from the snug ball she'd curled herself into (in order to digest the most excellent roast beef) and looks about.

No one left? A pity. The sweet music from the fiddle put me to ... sleep ... after .... that ..... large ....... meal...

*shakes herself* Bartender, thank you for letting me doze here so long! I trust the silver is compensation enough for having your largest booth occupied all evening. I must be going though... My cave is unguarded, and bears, you know, this time of year they're stirring about... For such a large creature, she is surprisingly graceful, and picks her way out through the tables. Through the window, there is a glint of silver, a shadow falls across the moon... and then ... nothing.

[Raven]

(Raven opens the door and walks in, taking in the lingering smells from the previous evening that blend to form that wonder pub in the morning smell that you just can't find anywhere else on earth. He hops up onto his favorite stool, signals the bartender and settles in with his favorite drink to scowl at the door while waiting for someone to enter)

[oldraven]

*oldraven stepps in, scans the room, and takes his place, this time just two stools from the corner, which is two stools from Raven. A safe distance for two so hard headed birds*

Top o' the mornin to ya, Raven. I trust you're doing well. waves at the keep I'll take an ale. Too early to be hitting the hard stuff. smirks as he notes Ravens bug eyed look. One eye on him, the other on his glass of whiskey. Oldraven pulls out his pipe. Nodding to Raven he asks Do ye mind if I smoke?

[Raven]

Why nay brother Oldie (pulls a stogie of his own from deep within his feathers, lights up and puffs with delight....pushes bowl towards Oldie) Gingernut?

[greenldydragon]

Green Lady enters the pub and sees two large ravens conversing at the bar. Is all you eat gingernuts? Green Lady goes and picks up the fiddle behind the bar where'd she left it. She roisons up her bow and pulls it across the strings.

[dundee]

what ya all hanging in a pub for???? there is work to be done....
bartender "jameson's" ..... it has got to be after 12 somewhere in the world.......

go mbeire muid beo ar an am seo arís
(may we be alive at this time next year)


sláinte


[note there is no whiskey glass in the icons]

[Raven]

(gives Dundee the big hairy eye) Work....you think I do this for sport? (takes a slug of whiskey slams glass down on bar, wipes beak with back of wing and says) Is that Hurdee Gurdy you're wearing for decoration or can ya play it? Why don't you join the wee lady with the fiddle and play something for us? How about the washer woman?

[dundee]

aye ya ol crow get out that guitar....... that is what i was refering to as work to be done!!! *takin a wee sip from me glass*.........lady, raven how about "Atholl highlander" the tune that is as much fun to say as it is play........... *tunes abit* etc

[Raven]

(shoves a wingfull of gingernuts into mouth, glares at Dundee and Oldie for good measure, then reaches behind the bar for the house guitar. Tunes it up as he examines the name on the head stock) Hmmm Morgan Monroe, I have heard that these are fine instruments (gives it a strum and plays a few scales with his incredibly dexterious wing feathers ) Okay lass let's hear that fiddle.

[oldraven]

Thanks for the gingernuts, b'y. Of all days, this is the one I don't have my bass on me. Dagnabit!

I still never got to hear my song, lass. In case you forgot, it was Lukeys Boat. And this time I'll sing on key.