Public drunkenness anyone?

[bookish_saurian]

An enormous push-trolley piled with brewery kegs comes rolling in through one of the regular portals. Sam Ellemere is straining to get it out and to a spot convenient to the Nexus Couches; he's wearing his tapster's apron and a determined expression. He gets it into place, steps back catching his breath, and wipes his hands on the thighs of his

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[vicioussweetie]

Ali looks over the trolley, then the list, before looking up at Sam with a smile. "I will, once I have a hand free." Her current burden coos. "And I just made some cookies I could bring for snacking on."

[bookish_saurian]

"Oh goodness me, it's a small wiggly person determined to steal everyone's IQ points from sheer cute! And cookies, too! I may squee. Which would be terribly unmasculine." Sam's eyes twinkled as he pulled a crate of glasses off the trolley. "How are you?"

[vicioussweetie]

Ali laughs. "I think it takes a better man to enjoy children then to ignore them. And we're both well. But it's Alured's naptime, so I will be right back.

"Say goodbye to Sam, darling. Byebye!" She waves Alured's hand for him, then heads off to bring him home.

When she returns a few minutes later (having been relieved of lullabye-duty by some of the older children in the house eager to delay a math test), it's with a big box of lemon sablés half-dipped in dark chocolate.

"Cookies, as promised."

[bookish_saurian]

"I like being the batty uncle-figure about town," he replied, not adding that humanoid babies were kittenishly ickle and squee to a fellow who was actually house-sized and scaly.

"Agh, djj, lemon and chocolate on the same cookie? Are you trying to corrupt me? Of course, I brought a whole barrel of blackberry melomel, so I guess I'm guilty as well...."

[i_radio_heaven]

"I'll help!" pipes up the starry-eyed boozer.

[bookish_saurian]

"Thanks kindly. Could you grab this stout-barrel here, so I can get at the box of taps? Thanks kindly." Sam umphed as he lifted down another barrel.

[i_radio_heaven]

"You got it, boss!" Reno, while a slob, a lush and a lech, is no slouch. He hefts the barrel! And promptly falls on his ass. He may not be a slouch, but he's not really a Hercules, either. "Where y'need it?" he rasps.

O_o

[bookish_saurian]

Sam stared for a moment, and then passed a hand across his brow and shook his head. "Ah...thanks very much. Please set that one over by the small card table with the "Beer Hunter Played Here" sign...."

[icemasta]

"This is prejudice against non-organics and I am clearly offended. I refuse to support your bigotted establishment." The cat on the robot's shoulder mewls. "Also, Snowkitty wants some pear cider."

[bookish_saurian]

"Phft," said Sam dismissively. "I said it was enchanted for compatibility, did I not?" And casually tapped the pear cider for the cat into a small bowl.

[icemasta]

Snowcat lets Snowkitty down and the cat sniffs at the bowl. To snub or not to snub?

"Compatibility?"

[bookish_saurian]

"Well, honestly, I don't know what exactly my brews will turn into in order to make them compatible with a machine-person like yourself. But the enchantment is there."

He frowned thoughtfully. "Now I'm curious. Do you mind taking hold of one of those mug-barrels and removing the top? I'd love to see what the results are."

[jaegermonster]

::raises an eyebrow:: Just a few drinks? Vuns fit for humans? That vould be pretty new. ::starts grabbing, moving, and setting-upright barrels::

[bookish_saurian]

"Ah, thankyee. Yes, this is the downside to throwing a party this size--the setup. I suppose I could enchant the whole mess into setting itself up, but apparently too much obvious magic around ingestables makes people around here nervous...."

[jaegermonster]

Ho, yah, set up iz alvays tricky for a party. Of course, for us iz usuvally not so much the lifting as the improving the drinks.

[bookish_saurian]

"Well, hopefully they're good enough that they don't need any improving...although I will be magically distilling a batch of applejack while I'm here."

[crimson_record]

"May as well." She spares a brief glance towards Reno. TO make sure he stays out of trouble, maybe?

[i_radio_heaven]

D'awww, Reno would NEVER get in trouble, of course. Not around free booze! No sirree. He may later, however, be inclined to make a statement regarding the qualities of Paine's womanly assets. Depending on how much he's tasted by then. Maybe.

[crimson_record]

Still, gonna keep an eye on him. Someone's got after all, and it seems that Rude is not around just now.

[i_radio_heaven]

Poor smart Rude!