Classes were officially over (which, for him, was a blessed relief as it meant no more whiny bitching from certain students...until next time, any way), and so Minsc was in need for a celebratory drink.
Especially since the Captain owed him one. Or something. He was going to go with that Algren owed him one.
"Ah, did you hear that, Boo?" asked Minsc, setting the hamster down on the counter and giving the old boy a nudge and wink. "The lovely lass think you're adorable!"
And to the good barwench, he grinned and leaned in to whisper (although not so quietly at all), "Don't mind him if he doesn't say anything back; he can be a little bashful."
A shot glass! Curses! All of Boo's plans of splashing around had been foiled!
...He didn't seem to mind, though, either that or he forgot about the plans a second later, because he happily moved up to the glass, sniffed at it a little, and then drank deeply.
"That's good to hear," said Minsc. "Very good. And my name is Minsc, good lady, what might yours be, if I may ask?"
"I'm Marion," she said, giving him a smile. She had met a few eccentric professors in her day that talked like Minsc did but it never failed to amuse her. "Nice to meet you. Your hamster's name is Boo?"
"It's a great name," Marion said, chuckling. She didn't even want to go into the oxymoron that was a giant miniature hamster. "He seems like a very noble hamster."
Minsc lifted his whiskey back with a general cry of greeting. The man had quite the look to him to remind Minsc of home, really. "Good evening!" he said. "How goes it?"
"Ahhh, not much of a rum man myself," admitted Minsc. "Just a good hearty ale for me, usually, but should the occasion call for it, it's fine, quite fine! It was one of Boo here's favourites," he nodded toward the hamster and his water dish on the bar, "but we don't allow him the drink anymore; it makes him a bit mean."
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Especially since the Captain owed him one. Or something. He was going to go with that Algren owed him one.
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She...she was a couple margaritas in.
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And to the good barwench, he grinned and leaned in to whisper (although not so quietly at all), "Don't mind him if he doesn't say anything back; he can be a little bashful."
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...He didn't seem to mind, though, either that or he forgot about the plans a second later, because he happily moved up to the glass, sniffed at it a little, and then drank deeply.
"That's good to hear," said Minsc. "Very good. And my name is Minsc, good lady, what might yours be, if I may ask?"
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