Burns Night
[ooc: this is millitimed to have taken place on the 25th January, details can about Burn's night can be found
here, so from Scotland/Scottish origins or not everyone's more than welcome.]
Burns night, Kris had left the Red Dwarf in favour of the bar for this night. Though it wasn't ever going to be a proper and formal celebration of the night in honor of the poet it was still hopefully going to be a good ones. All that was needed was a
haggis and
whiskey, then maybe at some point poetry. If she could remember any. Though it wasn't going to be like the one's her parent's had been too at some point it should be special. The haggis and a couple of bottles of whiskey had been provided by the bar, a rather nice one at that. So she now is occupying a table at which others are more than welcome to join her, she doesn't need to drink all that whiskey all to herself does she?