We had guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo hurrooo

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WHO: Booga, Tom, whoever
WHERE: Long John's Bar
WHEN: St Pat's
WARNINGS: Buncha dumbass drunks
SUMMARY: Booga's drunk. Tom's drunk. Shenanigans
FORMAT: whatever is coherent, going with quick



[Bar is still packed. It's St Pat's after all.]

HEY! GET ME SOMETHING GREEN!

[Booga clicks off his Starktech, ordering another round. He looks up.... at least five people heard him yell that. Oh bollocks.]

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[borntobewildcat]

[Tom finally makes it into the bar, pushing past and at moments leapfrogging over people to get to where Booga is at. Once he sits down, he finishes off the forty he'd gotten for the trip and ordered another drink.]

Here! Put these on before that frat gets their hands on you.

[And Tom hands him a pair of green lacy panties with shamrocks on them. Who knows where he got them.]

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[Huge ass eyes as he sees Tom leap through the crowd.]

Finally! A hero in this town!!!

[He sings this as he snags the panties, without a second thought stretching them and banding it over his head. He turns towards the surrounding drunks, shaking his beer at them]

BACK! BACK I SAY!

[He pauses, turning back to the bar, taking a swig and examining what little of the panties he can see from being wrapped over an ear.]

Skanky.

[He raises a brow with a smirk.]

You steal these from a sexy leprechaun? I'm impressed.

[borntobewildcat]

Superman ain't got nothing on me!

[He flashes a grin and takes a swig as well, laughing as Booga fights off the drunks.]

You asked for green, so I found green.

[He reaches over and gives them a snap]

Only the best, right? You'll have to do the pinching now, though.

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[Panty snap? Yelp from the 'roo man.]

Easy now, mate, they feel brand new!

[He laughs, cracking his knuckles as if preparing himself]

Glorious. The power of lady underthings have never been so useful.

[He finishes off his beer and motions for the bartender]

Ready to get destroyed?

[borntobewildcat]

They were for a special occasion. This special occasion. She'll thank you later.

[Tom finishes his beer as well with a satisfied sigh, setting the glass back down on the bar. It's... more than obvious that he's been drinking pretty much all evening, afternoon day.]

[His smile drops, and he looks and sounds completely serious. There has never been a moment more serious than this.]

Let's do this.

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[Booga knows how serious this is. As the bartender walks up he nods.]

Two bear fights for me and my bud here. On the tab.

[The bartender gets on it fast, serving them up and on the counter quickly. Booga looks at Tom, giving him a salute before taking the carbomb and second the jagerbomb just as quickly. We are dealing with a professional here]

[borntobewildcat]

It was an honor to fight at your side, general.

[Tom is no slouch either when it comes to liquor. He salutes dramatically, then follows suit, chugging the carbomb quickly and following it with the jagerbomb]

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'Been a while since I drank with anyone who could keep up. Well done, lieutenant.

[After motioning for another round, Booga nudges him]

Had a good day Tom?