[Open Post -- Jacquel] Raise a glass, I got plenty!

[death_dawg]

For the past several weeks, folks going into the basement might have noticed a few odd-looking buckets in one cool, dark, dry corner, and a tall guy checking on them every day, with the attention of a surgeon with a critical patient

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[loves_mama]

Here's another one who needs to get out more. Billy's not too familiar with the smell of beer, so he follows it back to the kitchen, sniffing at the air curiously.

[death_dawg]

"If you smell anything odd, it's coming from me," Jacquel replies, looking up, smiling at the youngster. They met briefly some time ago, though in different forms, but Jacquel has a long memory.

[loves_mama]

Billy follows the scent and sniffs at Jacquel a couple of times. "It is coming from you," he says.

[death_dawg]

"Misadventure with a barrel of some big-folks drinks," he says. He was a dad himself, once long ago, and he remembers how to phrase things for the young 'uns. "It decided to pop open when I least expected it and the stuff got all over me."