The Chit Chat Pub, A place to just hang out

Hello gtrplr and welcome. *Green lady spots a fiddle behind the bar, goes picks it up and starts playing. She looks up.* Any requests?

Well if guitar player can actually use that claymore I would like to hear a round of Back Home in Derry with the extended fiddle solo of course. (takes long pull on cuban and uses wings to waft smoke around to properly fill the pub)

*grumble mumble*

Thanks but I'm watching my weight. Besides, I don't smoke.

Let's have Lukey's Boat!

Ah, Dannah. I was hoping you'd show. plops apple down next to Danann that he had been saving for the gaelic prof.

gtrplr, always a pleasure. bows his head and tips a feather from his scalp as though it were a hat.

The gtrplr unslings his gtr and quickly checks the tuning. Whenever you're ready, milady, he nods.

*COUGH! WHEEEEEZE!*

(clears throat and stuffs mouth full of gingernuts swallows whiskey and says) mumble rriyufhryff akdjo humphrlfl

Mind your manners, Raven. Honestly, haven't I taught you anything? drains glass Bah, enough of that! I'm not that old. stuffs his face and grins, showing a beak full of ginger nuts.

eyes glass Any more of these and I'll be on the bar singin away.

'nother round, keep.

(Raven gets up off of stool and staggers out door waving a wing goodbye to all as he heads home to see Mrs Raven)

As soon as your ready gtrplr. *Tunes up*

The Green Lady puts bow to fiddle and begins a rousing rendition of 'Drunken Sailor'. gtrplr chimes in with the accompaniment. oldraven swallows the gingernuts, then begins to sing off-key.

The song winds to its conclusion. I'll take this opportunity to wish you all good E'en and good fortune. says gtrplr. He slings his gtr back on his back and does a little dance step out the door, whistling as he goes.

The Wizard of Owls makes his way into the tavern and pulls up a chair before the fire. Bartender! A frosty mug of A&W Root Beer if you please! And a bowl of corn nuts for me owls if you please. Warms hands by the fire and enjoys the music coming from the other side of the room.

*climbs back over the bar top*

Oops, seems I fell off the bar. Head hurts a bit. I'm heading home. freezes as feathers stand up on the back of his head. Slowly turns about*

CAW! *uhum* Hello wizard. Pardon me, but isn't that a lot of owls! Nods with respect to owls, but doesn't take his eyes off them. Well, my own Mrs. Raven to be is calling for me to feed the dog. Funny, you wouldn't expect a bird to have a dog.

Later cats!

SilverDragon folds her wings, walks into the pub, and carefully insinuates herself into a corner booth which she pretty much fills. She sneezes, and a small flame flickers and singes the Guinness cardboard advertisement on the table. The other patrons move as far away as they can without actually changing their seats...

Bartender, A pot of hot tea, please. Cinnamon flavored, if you have some. And some rare roast beef, also. She detaches two scales from her left wing. I hope you will accept these as payment; I assure you they are sterling.

*nods at Wizard of Owls.* Good evening to you and your companions, sir! *nods at Green Lady* And to you, milady! I hope to hear more; it was your fiddle lured me in.

Well then, I'll do my best oblidge you to stay madam. *Green Lady nods her head at Silver Dragon and continues on playing.*