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

[cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com]

"Whoa!" a familiar Cajun-accented voice speaks up from behind her. If she turns around, Yuri will find Gambit staring down at her with his blazing red eyes with an expression mixed with concern and scolding. "What you tink you doin', petite? Dis not kid stuff," he said, taking the beaker away from her and sniffing it.

"Mon dieu! Dis not human stuff."

[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

She does indeed turn around.

Uh oh. Am I in trouble here? A small flush has spread across her cheeks. Borg too seems to droop a bit, froggy eyes heavy lidded, tongue lolling.

"Everyone seemed to be having fun...and noone told me I couldn't...c-couldn't be here..."

[cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com]

"Dat cause dey busy actin like sailors on Mardi Gras," Gambit replied, sniffing the liquid a second time before dumping it out on the floor. "Why doesn't you go see if Jean don't have sometin for you to do down in the infirmary," he suggested with a smile. "You a bit jeune yet for dis kinda stuff."

[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

Borg commented, drilltacles drooping.

"Aww, but everyone else is having fun and I..." Yuri abruptly realizes she's acting like a little kid. And i'm not. I'm twelve. That's pretty big. "...ok." She says, resigned.

[cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com]

"You just want to have some fun, too," he said with a nod. "Gambit know, petite. Tell you what, Gambit take you somewhere fun demain. Dat good with you?"

[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

"Ok." Yuri nods before turning towards the exit and...whoa when did the wall get there?

[cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com]

With an amused smile, Remy shakes his head and the slightly intoxicated girl and proceeds to follow her. "C'mon, petite, Gambit walk with you. You not gonna get very far walkin like dat," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder to guide her.

[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

"O...ok." She says again, hanging on to Gambit's hand to steady herself as they walk out. A quiet buzz comes from Borg, its equivalent of snoring. "What's the big deal about that stuff anyway? Some of my upperclassmen once said it makes you feel happy but I don't really feel different..."

[cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com]

"Good. You too jeune for dat anyway," Gambit nods as he escorts Yuri from the mess hall and down the corridor.