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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[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]

[boogaroos.livejournal.com]

'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?