Drinks are on the station!

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

Characters: Shepard and any adults who feel like getting smashed.
Content: With so much ale and mead on board, why let it go all to waste
Location: Cafeteria
Time of day: Evening to somewhere in the very early morning
Warnings: alcohol and everything related to it.

When someone does around to the mess of a space station for some food, they never really expect to see several ancient-looking barrels just neatly set up against the farthest wall. So for Shepard, she couldn't help but be a little suspicious. It didn't take long though to realize what they contained and that it hadn't been tampered with. Given nobody else was around, how could the commander say no to a little pick-me-up?

Using one of the equally ancient-looking mugs that were lying on the table, she poured herself a nice fill before sitting herself down at one of the tables. Raising the glass, it was almost to her lips when it hit her what she forgot.

She nodded with her mug and dipped her head a little at the barrels in a toast. "To whoever's terrible idea this was." She muttered and took in a nice swig of her drink.

[Alright folks, this will largely be a party-based log. There's juuust enough barrels of ale and mead to get everyone involved absolutely drunk, so have at it! Tag anywhere and everywhere you like. Please keep the characters to just adults as I'm sure there would be enough hilarity and awkwardness without the children. XD]

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[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

After a long, boring day of doing absolutely fucking nothing (save arguing with everyone he came across about likely stupid shit), Falco decided that he would very much like a snack. What he found instead were a bunch of barrels lined up against the wall, and Commander whats-her-name boozing it up at a table.

Normally, Falco wasn't one for small talk, but he was rather bored.

"That crap any good?"

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

"Better than anything else around here." Shepard answered, only turning her eyes to give Falco a glance while she took another gulp of her current mug.

"Want me to find a bird feeder for you?"

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

"Cute, lady, but no."

Falco grumbled and filled a mug of his own up, not even bothering to sit down before chugging it's contents. What a classy guy.

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

Liz just watched from across the table as Falco approached, quirking a little smile.

"Here to show us all the origin of the phrase 'drinking like a bird'?"

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

Falco just shrugged, filling up a mug and grabbing a seat at the table. With all this booze around, not even Liz's horrid puns could annoy him.

"Hell, I don't have anything better to do."

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

Challenge accepted, Falco. Challenge accepted.

"You never have anything better to do. You've gotta get yourself a bird, man; can't be healthy to have this little a life."

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

"This satellite ain't big enough for two birds."

He probably didn't actually understand what she meant, but that was okay. He had a huge mug of booze and he was going to town on it.

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

"This Satellite's big enough for an ARMY of birds."

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

"Okay, so it's a good sized satellite."