I’m shorry, I didn’t shee you there … come have a drink wif ush …
[drunken slur]You look beautiful to me. I think I lurve you…[/drunken slur] ::falls off of chair::
puts an arm around Draelin Let’s sing!
starts singing drunkenly
Woooo! also starts singing–a different song, of course
*starts cackling and points somewhere not entirely in the direction of **Draelin *and Anaamika
falls off chair
starts crooning Moulin Rouge’s Love Medley
Shmoore mead, pleash!
The men are gay, the women are singing drunkenly, and no one can tell that I’m a chick … I’m outta here! 
::Looks up from his 8th Guinness::
the men are gay, the women are drunk & singing …* hey!* I think I might have a prayer here.
You just wait … I’m sure the table-dancing isn’t far off!
Garcon! (How do you do the accentsh?) More mead!
I didn’t do a thing to it. That is what the cats on this island look like naturally. They also hop around like bunnies, rather than walk normally. (I am not kidding, I’ve seen one.) Due to this fact they are also called Cabbits.
Wait, what the hell am I doing here? I was walking around outside! Ah well, I’ll take an order of whatever mixed drink is alcoholic, but has the most flavoring in it to make it not taste like alcohol. Yeah, I know that is blasphemy in a pub. What do you expect from us (Americans), we come from abroad.
::After having a few sips, he begins to sing London by the Pet Shop Boys.::
[drunken slur]Wait! My lurve![/drunken slur] :: struggles to get up ::
:: fails ::
Comes in, pets Scott’s cat.
What’s good? I always like to try new beers when I’m away from home.
sidles up to the bar in an eye-popping outfit and stilettos that make your ankles hurt just looking at them
What’s the strongest drink you have? bats eyelashes