The other half of the party! [Open]

[morphitudinous]

Who: Billy, the bachelor party guests, and gate crashers! (OPEN, in other words)
Where: The Drunken Dragon Tavern (ctrl-f for description if you need it)
Summary: Billy's getting married soon, and what else would happen but a bachelor party! Everybody drinks and is merry. Maybe a little too merry.

The day was almost here. While Ronnae was off partying with her friends in the Sensoriums, Jamie had brought Billy to a rather different place. He was ushered into Kang's tavern, where a couple good friends had pulled up some stools. This was going to be embarrassing. Especially when the kegs started rolling out.

Soon enough, Billy had tasted his first few brews. There was a tolerable drink in there somewhere. Once he found it, he nursed it, and soon enough he was warm and comfortable. He looked happy, an ominous sign of things to come. Right now, he's probably laughing much louder than he normally would at someone's joke. or slapping them on the back.

Let's tell stories and have some fun!

Comments

[facepunching]

Soren eyed the mechanical contraption coolly, appraising it. He should really get back to work. But he was at least mildly interested in the machine.

He would stay for a brief while, then, to see it at work.

[morphitudinous]

Billy saw you in the corner, Soren. And he didn't like that at all.

"Don't be so shy! Come on, we've got a lot more to talk about. Get in here, all of you!"

[bonnypiperlad]

To be fair, Jamie's not using traditional batteries - it was something that had been with the machine that he assumed was supposed to go along with the thing. But, as he peered at the pack, he discovered that it did, in fact, have a flat side...which he had the wrong way around. With a faint grimace, he flipped it over and snapped it into place.

"Oh. Aye, of course," he commented, doing his very best to sound for all the world as though he knew that all along. He flicked what he thought was the on switch for the machine. As luck would have it, he was right. A burst of rather loud feedback spilled out through the speakers on the front of the machine, and Jamie rather hurriedly punched a few buttons until it subsided into a soft electronic hum. After a quick apologetic look to the rest of the room, he went back to the bar to retrieve his own tankard.

"There ye are, Billy. It should be ready for ye to start singing whenever ye want to."

He lifted the tankard to his lips, hiding a faint grin in the process. Would his friend actually be willing to have a go at it?

[morphitudinous]

Billy clutches at his ears when the microphone makes that noise. It wouldn't normally bother him, but he's a little more sensitive to it than usual tonight.

He flashes Jamie a thumbs-up of approval. "Great! But we can't let your hard work go to waste. Come on, who wants to do it?"

Yes, he wants a group.