Glory be to Paddy, but they're drinkin' it straight. [OPEN, R for Cussing]

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Earlier, somewhere in the Vatican's outbuildings:
Carefully, Murphy poured a little of the precious liquid into a dish, then placed the bottle far, far away. He nodded to his brother who then, with great ceremony (and from a safe distance) lit a match and tossed it in.

The flame burnt fast, bright, and blue.

The twins grinned.

******

The next flame burnt a decidedly different color, and distinctly higher. The boys jumped back, laughed, and Murphy pointed at his twin.

"You're trying it first!"



Now, nearly everywhere:
Connor and Murphy paraded through the city, past the library, the sensoriums, through the sleeping quarters, winding their way to the cafeteria. The two, who had been strangely difficult to pin down lately, were now laughing, chanting, and banging on pots they'd scrounged from somewhere. They'd each a large jug or two slung on make-shift straps over their shoulders, and their chant seemed to go something like this:

"Two Irishmen, two Irishmen were digging in a ditch,
one called the other a dirty son of a
Peter Murphy, Peter Murphy, sitting on a dock;
along came a bumblebee and stung him on the
cocktail, ginger ale, five cents a glass.
If ya do not like it, ya can ram it up your--
Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies.
If you're hit with a pail of shit, PLEASE CLOSE YOUR EYES!"

Between rounds of it, they were sipping from flasks and shouting "Come on, it's fuckin' Saint Paddy's Day! Free drinks in the mess! Get your arses in there with yer fags put out, or we're fucking partying without ya!"


[ooc note]

Comments

[whyarewehere]

BOOZE?!

There is booze here. THERE IS BOOZE HERE. THAT IS GOOOOD. Grif has been having an incredibly crappy week, and this? This is a godsend.

"Where did you get that?!" he asks the twins, grinning, "And I'm pretty sure we don't have the same definition of "fag" but I am SO there."

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor's practically bouncing with excitement, and hell yes, they'll welcome more to the party, come on, Grif!

"We made it, so ye'd better be fuckin' careful on yer intake, mate. This shit'll knock your socks off. And yer shoes."

[governmentninja]

Liquor?

Real liquor?

Fuck, yes, sign Leon up.

"You know, I think I'm going to like working with you guys."

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"Well of course you are," Murphy told him, laughing and offering him a beaker. "But there's no fucking talk of work now. We're celebrating! Show some fucking respect."

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Lafiel had been doing stewing of a different kind, brooding over her sprained ankle. She'd taken to long hours in the library and interrogating returnees from the mission, trying to find some clue about this Ohm they were to fight, or running through piloting simulations in the sensorium.

When the racket reached her pointed ears she was becoming quietly frustrated with another false lead. The Magdelene Grimoire had promised information on dangerous extradimensional creatures, but the holographic copy of the ancient tome offered no clues as to the nature of their foe.

Deciding that she might as well see what all the excitement is, she walked (gingerly on her sprained ankle) to the cafeteria and peeked in the door...

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Spotting the strange-looking girl, Murphy grabbed a small beaker of potcheen and wandered over amiably. "Bring yourself in, come on," he told her, offering her the drink. "It's a party, come enjoy yourself."

She should count herself lucky he didn't have his arm wrapped around her yet, but his Ma had taught him to respect women.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus took few joys in life. She knew Stacy would continuously deny her the opportunity to work alone, but at least there was booze now. It almost made up for being forced to work with some of the crew here. Almost.

"Well, finally..."

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor beamed at the new arrival. "Took awhile t'get the still runnin'!" He offers cheerfully, passing her a beaker of clear, strong alcohol.

"Potcheen! It's healthy!" Don't ask. Just don't.

[re-hymenated.livejournal.com]

Count Dean in, definitely. He's been looking for good booze for forever.

"Oh, man, you guys have to teach me that song." Dean remarks as they pass by. Of course, he'll be following them.

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor laughs and throws an arm around Dean. "Aye, sure we will. Now make yourself useful and drink!"

[reaverkiller.livejournal.com]

It was a party. There was no singing and dancing yet, but the alcohol was sure to fix that eventually. River would be more than happy to dance if someone provided music. But until then, the Captain currently wasn't with her, and her brother wasn't around at all, and there was alcohol.

She'd never tried alcohol before.

"I'd like some," she told the twins in a perfect Irish accent. It was best to get into the spirit of the holiday, after all.

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

The twins have a bit of a mental checklist, when it comes to the crew members, and who gets what amount of alcohol.

Having never met River before, and not knowing of her, Murphy cares about only one thing; she's apparently Irish, and so she gets a full serving poured into her beaker, albeit of the weaker stuff.

He's not sure how old she is, after all.

"There ya are, miss. Drink up."

[spacecowboyjim.livejournal.com]

Booze? You just said the magic word. It didn't matter that Jim Raynor had never heard of this holiday, he wasn't going to pass up a chance to have the alcohol he'd been denied since he'd gotten on this damned ship.

"If y'all are offering, I ain't the type to turn a drink down, son."

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Well, fuck, then join up and drink!" And Jim's got a beaker full of nice, clear, god-knows-what pushed at him by an enthusiastic Connor.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Damn how long has it been since he's had liquor? *Real* liquor? Nathan didn't know how the hell the brothers got a hold of some, but it didn't matter. Hell, some of the boys back in his squad figured out ways to sneak some in. Somebody even had a till for a short time. Till it blew up, and took out part of the Commander's wall.

"Free drinks, well hell, line them up!"

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"Here ya go," Murphy grinned, offering Nate a beaker of their barely-legal-back-home, judiciously altered potcheen. "We ain't got no fuckin' shamrocks, but drink up anyway."

Uncle Chief does not approve. :P

[prettycoolguy]

"What's going on in here?" asks the Chief aloud to the messhall at large as he enters. It reeks of alcohol in here. He has a rather serious, disapproving look on his face.

[OOC: ANYBODY at the par-tay is free to tag the Chief and make him want to bang his head against a wall. :P]

Re: Uncle Chief does not approve. :P

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

"It's fuckin' St. Paddy's Day, man! Relax and have a fuckin' drink." Connor's still grinning in the face of Chief's disapproval, and offering a beaker of alcohol. "Everybody's Irish here, c'mon."

Re: Uncle Chief does not approve. :P

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Aaaaannnndddd here comes Samus, drink in hand. How many was this? It was, uh, uh... well, she lost count. A bit ago. It's certainly a good thing she's built up her alcohol tolerance in all those alien bars after missions.

"What are you doing here?"

The world is so much nicer when you have booze.

[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

Hi rowdy adults. Have a curious preteen peeking into the room. Borg smells something weird and is flicking at the air with his ropey tongue. Actually Yuri can smell something weird too. Smells kindof like the chemistry lab at school. "What's going on? Is this a party?"

[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

...And finding no opposition, Yuri wanders in and snatches up a beaker of the stuff. She's heard the older students talk about alcahol, boasting in their adolescent voices about things they'd never done, shaky behind a false jadedness. Their inexperience lurked at the edges of their words, looking for a misstep to reveal them.

Everyone in the room seemed to be having a good time though...Maybe it wasn't so bad?

She looked trepidatious at the beaker in her hand. It smelled terrible. She tried an experimental sip (it hurt her throat and she gave small coughs in protest), waited a few seconds...Nothing happened. Growing bolder even though Borg protested, she tried a few more sips, feeling it burn her throat...She needed water...Funny, I usually have better balance than this.

[hero-sting.livejournal.com]

Upon entering the messhall, Chris smelled the rather strong smell of alcohol. Boy was it strong... While he wasn't really interested in drinking, he could indulge for a party.

"Is this a party?" Chris asked.

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

"'Course it is! Grab a drink an' have some fuckin' fun." Connor grins.

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Did someone say booze? After all the crap Ronon's been put through since he popped out of a pod, he's been wanting a hard drink.

"Hit me up," says Ronon as he wanders up to the twins, ever present frown on his face. Hell, he looks like he could really do with a stiff drink and he didn't care what it was.

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor pours him a drink. "T'you and yours." He says cheerfully, handing it over.

[dyausa-pita.livejournal.com]

At first he stares.

And then he grins.

Not that he knows what the hell is going on or anything.

"What's Saint Paddy's Day?"

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

"The best fuckin' holiday on Earth!" Is about all the explanation he gets before being offered his very own beaker of potcheen.

[smegging-hell.livejournal.com]

Lister is /so/ there.

The keys words were drinks, and free.

He joins the queue for the booze, big, bright grin on his face.

"Brutal," he says with satisfaction, Liverpudlian accent strong.

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"Absofuckinglutely," Murphy grins, and hands the man a beaker.

[scarlett-flames.livejournal.com]

One of Jean's eyebrows shoots up as she looks around at the many already on their way to drunk crew members. She groaned and for a moment covers her eyes. This was not going to be good.

"So how many should I be expecting to make a visit to the med bay?"

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Relax, it'll go fiiine." And Connor passes her some alcohol of her own. Relax, Jean!