20/07/2004 - 01:54 AM

Sitting at the far end of one of the tables is Charsina. She is, like always, surrounded by a bunch of papers, deeply obsorbed in a certain one at the moment.

Earblade occupies his usual seat in the corner of the dining hall where Neville has erected a makeshift bar until a more permantent place of work can be found. He sups quietly from a tankard and pulls a face the the liquid ingested, "Urgh Nev, what was that one called?". The hare in question, Neville, the permanent parttime barhare takes a peek at the small keg, "Ah, well Ear that'll be the Glory of Oakwood Church he says with a dubious grin. Ear laughs and returns the half-drunk tankard to the barhare, "Well I'll not be having another one of them, jus' make it one of your reserve ales." he orders with a shake of the head to rid himself of the cobwebs left by the last treacley brew.

Wyat first notices Earblade at the bar. He then looks around and sees the female hare buried in the paperwork. He not sure what he should do. He decides that he's kind of thristy, so he goes up to the bar and asks simply for a water. The bartender kind of gives him an odd look, but sets a glass of water on the bar.

With a slightly giggle Charsina rises from her seat and goes over. "Just water? You take all the fun out of it." She orders an ale. "I'm Charsina."

Recruit or not, Earblade can't bring himself to let the new hare drink the liquid offered by Neville. "Erm, I'd not do that if I were you lad" he says with a sly grin at Neville, "This ol' rascal likes to play the odd practical joke on those hares brave enough to order anything but his fine range of beverages. Not too sure wots in that glass but I'll tell yer I'd bet me bottom its not very close to water" he says with a laugh. Neville grins sheepishly and nods slightly, "I'd best not give yer the details. Now lad, wotcha really havin?" he asks.

Wyat looks at Charsina then to Earblade, then to the bartender. "Well, Uh.... I'm not... really much of a drinker..." He clears his throught and pushes the glass of clear liquid away from him. "What can I get that's not really strong?"

Charsina laughs slightly, taking her ale. "Nothing." She head over to her seat and sits back down again, reading over her papers again.

Entering the dining chamber, Major Jarril's day is over, no more duties to do, apart from some catching up on reports which are held underneath his right arm. Fixing his eyepatch, the buck makes for one of the empty tables and drops the scrolls on there. Looking around and smiling at the sight of the makeshift bar, the hare makes his way towards the kitchen. Nothing like some snack to help a hare through until it's time to sleep.

Neville laughs, "The haremaid's right there buddy, compared to the girly stuff those woodies drink we're haven't got much in the way of light drinks, although I can getcha a fine pint of Mild if you'd like that?" the barhare offers. Earblade rolls his eyes, knowing full well that Mild will most likely be about as mild as the ale the woodlanders serve as a tool for stripping paint, he receives his topped up reserve ale with a gratified nods towards the barhare and wets his lips with the first sip. "Aaah, believe me you'll not go back" adds the colonel with a wink.

Wyat Look briefly at the hare that has entered and is heading to the kitchen before returning to the bartender. "Well.... Let's try what he's drinking..." He looks over at earblade hopefully. Myabe just one. he thinks to himself. But somewhere deep down, he knows that that's not true.

Charsina laughs slightly. "You really must be new." She shakes her head and goes back to reading. New bucks were fun.

Coming back out again, Jarril carries a plate of pasties, some cheese, scones and salad and in the other paw a jug of juice of some description. Placing them onto the table, he makes over to where the empty mugs are and picks one, then heads back to where his table is and sits down.

Earblade raises his glass in a brief salute, "Thats the spirit lad" he says. He nods to Neville as he returns from his stocks of various ales with a brimming pint of a lightly coloured ale and places it in front of Wyat. Neville glances between Charsina and Ear, "Well then, if you're new you could at least introduce yourself to us fine hares" he says with a laugh, "Name's Neville, I keep this lot well watered. The hare thoroughly enjoying his pint by your side is Earblade, previously Colonel Earblade and all round top chappie, but now one of the regulars". Earblade gives a cheerful wink towards the new hare, Neville continues, "I believe the lady would like to introduce h'self"

Charsina raises her ale. "Already did. Names Charsina." She lowers her ale, taking a sip, still reading.

Jarril unrolls a scroll as he picks up a pastie and begins to munch away, letting crumbs drop to the table and onto the parchment itself, reading away slowly. With a plate on one corner, a mug on the other and two elbows to stop it from rolling back up, the major continues to sit quietly and finish off what last remaining duties that needed to be done that day.

Wyat smiles briefly and says "Th' name's Wyat. Wyat Russel." He smiles to to the two at the bar and says "Well, here goes nothing." He picks up his glass of ale and takes a couple of big gulps. He quickly lowers the mug and begins to cough and sputter, tears begin to stream down his face. After a few seconds of this, he tries to smile and says "Mmmm.... Cough Hack couch Tasty!..."

Charsina has disconnected.

Earblade stifles a chuckle quietly, before looking to Neville with a badly supressed grin, "Neville lad. make yer'self useful and swap this poor lad's Gutbuster for a decent pint, might even want to splash a drop of that cordial malarky you got from the abbey in there, help him get used to the stuff an all" he says, pushing the new hare's pint towards the barhare. He looks back towards the new recruit, "Heh, don't mind Neville, it just gets his goat up when people ask for water, he's kinda bristly occaisonally" he says with a cheeky wink at the barhare, who rolls his eyes and gets back to making the sweetened concoction. Neville places the frothy tankard in front of Wyat, "There ya go lad, although I wouldn't get used to em, rather girly"

Jarril has already devoured four pasties as he continues to read something quietly to himself while in a quiet corner of the dining chamber. Pausing for a moment, he drinks some of the lightly flavoured fruit water, then letting the mug make a audio-able sound as it's placed back onto the wooden table. Taking up the scroll, the major slightly frowns and rolls it up, moving onto the next one.

Charsina has left.

Wyat peers into the tankard for a moment before taking a sip. He finds this drink much more to his likeing. He quickly downs the tankard and belches loudly. He looks a bit surprised at himself for a moment then looks to Earblade. "Thanks to ye." He takes a deep breath then speaks again. "Care to take shots?" He looks at the bartender suspiciously. then back to Earblade. "See what comes of it." He smiles slyly as if he could actually out drink this hare. He looks at the bartender again. "Gimme a shot of something strong..." He smiles at Earblade. "What do ya say?"

Earblade laughs looking towards the young hare with a raises eyebrow, "Well then my young hare I think you'll be choosing a hare other than I. Not a fan of wasting alcohol in such a manner, if its hard then sit it, if its an ale then gulp it but not too quickly thatcha can't savour it and if its fruit flavoured..." he grins at Neville for a moment, "Then its one for the ladies" he chuckles loudly as the two hares quote the line in unison. He looks back to the recruit, "Not one for drinking in order to get drunk an all that malarky, drunkeness is more of a conincidental byproduct of the enjoyment... yup, thats the way it should be". Neville clips the retired colonel at the back of his head, "Don't be getting lectury now Ear, I know you've had a few but you're not about to start thinking you're training the newbies again now are ya?" asks the barhare with a sly grin.

Jarril sighs softly and crinks his neck which makes a audio-able popping sound. Rolling his shoulders about, the hare moves his neck back into position again and takes another drink of the fruit flavoured water and licks his whiskers.

Wyat looks at earblade with a puzzeled expression. But the alchohol is begining to take effect and Wyat's brain isn't working exactly as it should. "Yeah, whatever." He says dissmisively. He looks at the bartener. "So how about that shot?" he says cheerily. He takes a sideways glance at Earblade and says "If you're not up to a freindly little contest, that's up to you I guess." in an offhand way. "I understand if your... you know... Scared." He grins to himself maliciously as he wait's for his shot of something strong.

Jarril ears do flicker about at the conversation coming from the other side of the room and the major gives off a sly grin, then shakes his head on the matter of this work really have to be done before the nights out. Leaning backwards, the buck stretches and yawns slightly. Looking about, he picks up the mug and makes his way over towards the bar but is really on his way towards the kitchen again, walking quietly as if he wasn't even there, the hare being light on his paws.

Neville laughs loudly, "Well the young'un has a backbone, chatting to the hare who ran the longpatrol for so many seasons like another fighter in the crowd" he says in between chuckles. "Ah, summit strong y'say lad? well what exactly do ya like?" he asks, grabbing several bottles from a chest in the corner. "I've got whiskey, gin, distilled potatoes and this odd stuff Ear had me make up, its like a whiskey made out of oranges" he lists as he places the bottles in a row on the table. Earblade grins, "I'd recommend the orange stuff, rather tasty. And no lad, I'm far from scared as the worst that'd happen is I'd pass out drunk after a drinking competition started once slightly... erm... tipsy shall we say." Neville chips in with "Well it wouldn't be the first time Ear ol' buddy" before the colonel gives him an amused yet irritated look. "Sorry my young friend but I'll be passing on the challenge, not like I need to prove my drinking problems to anyone round heres anways" he adds with a chucke. He turns on

Earblade turns on his stool to lean his back against the bar, watching Jarril chart a course towards the bar but turning a the last moment to go into the kitchen. He grins, "Not even the Major there has escaped" he adds in a lower volume.

Wyat looks at each of the bottles in turn. He's feeling adventurous, and he want's to show this hare, his supurior, that he can hack it. (Even though he can't) He smiles again and looks the bartender in the eye. "Give me two shots of the strgonest stuff you've got. And hold nothing back. I want the really hard stuff." He smiles, slightly loopy, but not quite drunk.

After a few moments, Jarril comes back out with some hot tea and does go to the bar this time around. Putting it on the bar, he nods to Neville and then takes out a small sachet from his jacket pocket. Unfolding the paper, the buck slowly lets the dark clay coloured powder sink down. Grabbing the whiskey bottle, the major pours some into the tea and picking it up, he downs the whole hot drink in one go. Wiping his mouth with a paw. "Thanks." The major heads back off again back to his table.

Earblade raises his tankard in salute to the major, "Evenin Jar" he says towards the retreating hare, looking back towards the bar he peers towards his empty tankard and the back towards Neville who glances over. "Nev ol' buddy?" asks the colonel innocently, "Yeah Ear?" he replies. Earblade gives his now empty tankard a meaningful shake and grins widely. The barhare goes back to filling up the tankard whilst grabbing a short shot glass for the recruit. He uncorks an urn in the corner and shrugs, "You can have the fighter's home-distilled grog if ya like, not sure you'll like it tho mate" he says as he sloshes a generous helping int the glass and passes it towards the young hare

Jarril gathers his scrolls up, then puts them back down again. Taking off his eyepatch, the hare rubs his scarred and sewed up eyelid for a moment while showing a pained look on his face. Giving his head another shake slightly, the hare goes back to tying the eyepatch back on again and putting into place securely. Picking up his scrolls, the major turns around and bows his head. "Night, Neville, night colonel and goodnight ta ya brave new patroller." Turning around, the major quietly makes his way towards the exit.

Wyat grabs the glass and eyeballs it for a moment, then without any more hesitation, he downs it in one gulp. His eyes water slightly, but he manages a loopy grin. It's amazing how much of an effect this much alchohol has on this young buck hare. He blinks stupidly a couple of times before looking at earblade. "Seeeee. That wasssnt that b..." He stop there and jerks slightly on his seat. "Thatssss and intersting feelin..." He says before sliding off the stool and onto the floor.

Earblade shakes his head sadly towards Neville, "Really now, was that really necessary?" asks the colonel as he gets to his feet. "The poor lad only asked for a water to start with, he didn't know about your alcoholic drinks only policy. Couldn't ya just of humoured the lad with some watered down slosh?". Neville leans over the bar and peers down towards the comatose figure, "Thats just the thing Ear, I /did/ give him some watered down slosh. Was about the same as a glass of wine, cant've done that much to 'im cannit?" he asks in amazement. Earblade sighs and stoops to pull the young hare upright, "Well I'll take him over to the infirmary, but if he looses some of it on me I shall not be impressed" he mutters as he pulls the paralytic hare into a piggybag position, finishes off his beer and heads slowly for the door.

Wyat burps noisily in Earblade's ear and blows some foul smelling breath to the front of the hare.

Neville sighs and grabs the slops bucket and hurries after the young hare, just in case the worst does happen. He doesn't want to lose Ear's custom or company for a while.

FIN