*wanders into the pub*

*gets behind the bar and starts to clean glasses*

*whistles cheerfully over the vast quantities over hedonistic smut indulged in recently*

Fingon, I'm just heading down the pub to get some more vodka and rum, kay?

*kisses Canyo on the brow*

*kisses Fingon on the cheek*

*decides not to kiss the chickens, even if they are Balrog-vanquishing chickens*

*walks down to the pub*

*enters the pub*

Ale for everyone! I am paying!

*seats himself at the bar*

*will not angst. will not angst. will not angst*

*will get utterly legless and sing bawdy drinking songs instead*

*Goes to the Pub*

*stumbles into the pub with a frazzled Beleg*

Whisky. Lots.

*Comes in arm and arm with Amillo*

*Avoids the commotion at the bar and sits in a quiet booth*

*Orders a Bloody Mary and a muffiin for Amillo and a funky looking blue cocktail for himself*

[EDIT: ((*combusts* R rated, X-rated, XXX-rated... This post will self destruct in 10 seconds.... *faints*))]

*Feels the need for a barrel of vodka*

*Goes to find Gothmog in the temple*

Steve,

Feel like drinking too much?

*Strides off to the pub*

YOU!!!!

THAT DRINK!!

NOW!!!!

*storms into the pub*

::walks into the pub::

::pulls back a stool at the bar and orders a bottle of wine::

::angsts::

*wanders into the pub, battered and bruised but happy*
*goes up to the bar*

Hi. I'd like a couple of tequila slammers, a bottle of red wine, a jug of iced-water, a rag, some white spirit and a bag of frozen peas.