Party? Party.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

So, the Bunny has gotten things set up for a nice little alcohol fueled party. There's an Ipod attached to a boombox for music, a nice cleared spot for dancing, some hijacked foods for eating, and, of course, the booze.

The Booze is laid out in row after row of wonderfully full bottles. It starts with the cheap stuff, and gets gradually better. But the good stuff, the long aged, good brewed, never tapped stuff, is in the five barrels the Bunny is currently sitting on. He's got a glass of cheap in front of him, just to start things off right.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted creatures! I give you, booze! But, I am not one to give things away for free. And money ain't worth shit no more. So, instead I ask of you, a simple thing. A joke, a toast, a tale or a song, any two of these, and you can drink all night. All four, and we crack open the casks. Lay on!"

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Toasts!

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The easiest to accomplish. The Bunny raises his glass as high as he can, "May these ladies distrust man in general, But not us in particular."

Re: Toasts!

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

This is the first time Jack - not Ruth - has been seen in the farm.anyone would think he knew there was a party on.

He has no glass yet, so he raises his hat.

"Let laughter love and liberty be ours as long as we'll have it. And the sword for them who'd take it."

Re: Toasts!

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Here's health to our enemies' enemies!" Angela shouts, and drains her glass.

She's not too great with alcohol, but she does love it so.

Re: Toasts!

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Thomas raises his glass high.

"Heres to nipples, without them, breasts would be pointless!"

Re: Toasts!

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela might already be tipsy.

Of course, that might be why she's giggling uncontrollably, and trying unsuccessfully to keep quiet about it.

Re: Toasts!

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Thomas chuckles right back at her. He's been in his cups as well. He may not have judged this properly. "and here's to our wives and girlfriends, may they never meet!"

Re: Toasts!

[bloodycursed.livejournal.com]

Spike raises his glass high, needing this booze more then anything, really. Damn bloody gender. "Here's to you and here's to me, let us never disagree. But should we do, to hell with you, here's to me!"

Jokes!

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The Bunny searches his memory for a moment, trying to find a good one. "Pirate walks into a bar, with a steering wheel sticking out of his pants. The Bartender says 'What's with the wheel?' to which the pirate replies 'It's drivin' me nuts!'"

Re: Jokes!

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

(Jack snorts loudly at the bunny's joke.)

"And yet I fear my jokes would lose something in translation, or not be suitable for the honoured company.

"Most likely both."

Re: Jokes!

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The bunny lifts his glass. "The least we ask is that you try. You'll notice I didn't give my joke about the disappointed necrophiliac."

Re: Jokes!

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela...doesn't know many jokes, and most of the ones she does know are entertaing to...seven year olds.

But she does remember one Bar-joke.

"A horse walks into a bar. Bartender says, "Hey buddy, why the long face?"

Re: Jokes!

[bloodycursed.livejournal.com]

"All right, here's a good one." Spike leans forward, a smile on his face. "What's the difference between a scotsman and the Rolling Stones? The Stones sing, 'Hey you get off of my cloud,' while a scotsman says 'Hey McCloud, get off my ewe!'"

Songs!

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

With a deep breath, the Bunny launches into one of his favorites.

"Axes flash, broadswords swing
Shining armors’ piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield
Fight those bastards ‘til they yield

Midnight mare, blood red roan
Fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry
How many of them can we make die?

Follow orders as you’re told
Make their yellow blood run cold
Fight until you die or drop
A force like ours is hard to stop

Close your mind to stress and pain
Fight ‘til you’re no longer sane
Let not one damn cur pass by
How many of them can we make die?

Guard your women and children well
Send these bastards back to Hell
We’ll teach them the ways of war
And they won’t come here anymore

Use your shield and use your head
Fight ‘til everyone is dead
Raise the flag up to the sky
How many of them can we make die?

Dawn has broke, the time has come
Move your feet to the marching drum
We’ll win the war and pay the toll
Fight as one in heart and soul

Midnight mare and blood red roan
Fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry
How many of them can we make die?

Axes flash, broadswords swing
Shining armors’ piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield
Fight those bastards ‘til they yield

Midnight mare and blood red roan
Fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry
How many of them can we make die?
How many of them can we make die?
How many of them can we make die?"

Re: Songs!

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela has a fair-to-middling voice...but she was the queen of karaoke back in her world. Tonight, she decides to go humorous instead of popular.

"Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt once left a bar one evening fair,
And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share.
He fumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet.
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Ring ding diddle iddle i de o,
Ring die diddley i o.
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street..

About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by.
One said to the other with a twinkle in her eye.
See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built.
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt.

Ring ding diddle iddle i de o,
Ring die diddley i o.
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt.

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be,
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see.
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt,
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.

Ring ding diddle iddle i de o,
Ring die diddley i o.
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.

They marveled for a moment and then one said we must be gone.
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along.
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow,
Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show.

Ring ding diddle iddle i de o,
Ring die diddley i o.
Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show.

Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled toward the trees.
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees.
And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes,
Oh! lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize.

Ring ding diddle iddle i de o,
Ring die diddley i o.
Oh! lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize!"

She throws up her arms dramatically and takes a bow.

Re: Songs!

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Thomas clears his throat. "All right, this song used to be kind of dirty, but, for this crowd, I'll clean it up.

There was a young sailor
Who looked through the glass,
And spied a fair mermaid
With scales on her island

Where seagulls
Fly over their nests
She combed the long hair
That hung over her shoulders

And caused her
To tickle and itch.
The sailor cried out
"There's a beautiful mermaid,"

A-sitting out
There on the rocks,
The crew came around
A-grabbing their glasses

And crowded four deep
To the rail,
All eager to share
In this fine piece of news.

Which the captain soon
Heard from the watch.
He tied down the wheel
And he reached for his crackers

And cheese which
He kept near the door.
In case he might someday
Encounter a mermaid.

He knew he must
Use all his wits
Crying "Throw out a line.
We'll lasso her flippers."

And then we will
Certainly find
If mermaids are better
Before or be brave

My good fellows."
The captain then said.
"With fortune we'll break
Through her mermaiden head-

ing to starboard
They tacked with dispatch.
And caught that fair mermaid
Just under her elbows

And hustled her
Down below decks,
And each took a turn
At her feminine setting

Her free at the end
Of the farce,
She splashed in the waves,
Falling flat on her after

A while one man
Noticed some scabs,
Soon they broke out with the pox
And the scratching

With fury,
Cursing with spleen,
This song may be dull
But it's certainly clean"

Re: Songs!

[bloodycursed.livejournal.com]

Spike steps up, scowling. "Right, I want the good stuff. So. This one goes out to me grandsire, may he never end up here.

I remember all my life
Raining down as cold as ice
A shadow of a man
A face through a window
Crying in the night
The night goes into

Morning, just another day
Happy people pass my way
Looking in their eyes
I see a memory
I never realized
you made me so happy, oh Mandy

Well you came and you gave without taking
but I sent you away, oh Mandy
well you kissed me and stopped me from shaking
I need you today, oh Mandy

I'm standing on the edge of time
I Walked away when love was mine
Caught up in a world of uphill climbing
The tears are in my mind
And nothing is rhyming, oh Mandy

Well you came and you gave without taking
but I sent you away, oh Mandy
well you kissed me and stopped me from shaking
And I need you today, oh Mandy

Yesterday's a dream I face the morning
Crying on the breeze
the pain is calling, oh Mandy

Well you came and you gave without taking
but I sent you away, oh Mandy
well you kissed me and stopped me from shaking
And I need you today, oh Mandy"

Stories!

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"So, this one time, at band camp..." He stops, scratching at his ear with a foot. "Naw, y'know what? I'll just listen to the stories. Don't wanna scar anyone."

Re: Stories!

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack, on the other hand, never fears scarring.

He tell his story standing on the table, using hands and feet for illustration and expression, and revelling in every detail.

It's a tale of the Alethea, Captain Lefevre, and the evil slavers of the Gallic Empire. The good, honest pirate heroes sink a fleet of ships, rescuing all the slaves, in a story of blood, violence, and quite a bit of seducing gorgeous slave girls by Jack himself.

In fact, the way Jack tells it, LeFevre and a man called Sefu were the actual planners and the heroes. For himself, he retains the role of trusty advisor, vicious fighter, and seducer of beautiful slave girls.

Re: Stories!

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Most stories are boring, especially if they are true. So Angela makes up a story on the spot, the truth embroidered by some good exaggerations. And cleaned up considerably, since that is how the story was told to her by her grandmother.

She tells a story about a man, her grandfather, who was trusted by the highest levels of government, and how he came to be so. She told how he fought terrorism and protected the President and his family, rescued his daughter and his wife from kidnappers, saved the entire country, and how everything came to pass in just one day.

Of course, in her story, they all lived happily ever after. And Angela grew up knowing her grandmother.

Sometimes, real life sort of sucks.

Re: Stories!

[bloodycursed.livejournal.com]

Spike tells the one about that family, and the girl in the coal cellar.

He gets really into it, but remembers himself in time, and tacks on the good ending. Good as in nice, not good as in enjoyable.

Drinking!

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Drink up me hearties, yo-ho!"

Re: Drinking!

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela isn't a great drinker, but she does love the taste of it. The tipsiness, as far as she's concerned, is just a nice side effect. She has to be careful, though, because she doesn't tolerate too much alcohol very well.

At this point...she just looks sort of sleepy and happy. She'll be mostly coherent for conversation.

Mostly.

Re: Drinking!

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack approves of tipsy young girls. He's soon sitting beside her, offering a bottle to top her drink up.

"And how fare you this eve?"

Re: Drinking!

[bloodycursed.livejournal.com]

The little red haired girl is seated cross legged in front of the newly opened cask. From time to time, she'll reach up to refill her mug, but mostly she just leans against it, getting a good, strong drunk on.

"Heave ho, haul together... Little pirate rabbit, kinda cute."

Dancing!

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

And there's room for that as well.