fifteen.

[mounties]

A: phone

I know not everyone here is from Earth, but today's Saint Patrick's Day and I for one am far too fond of Ireland to spend it sober. It's just disrespectful not to drink, really. [And she hasn't had a drink in forever, which just seems weird in and of itself.] So who's in for meeting me at the tavern? Wear green.

B: Olney's Tavern

[The beer here is awful, of course, but there'll be a peppy, slender blonde with a green ribbon in her hair ignoring the fact that women aren't "supposed" to be drinking and looking like she's trying to drink the whole town under the table. If she can get anyone to join her in a round or two of decent drinking songs, that'll be happening. It's only respectful, you know. Not that it's fun at all.

Come join her?]

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B

[answerer_sword]

[The rule for an Irishwoman, even one as uptight and technically British as Bazett, is to squeeze in as many drinks with as many different people at possible on Saint Patrick's day. This is why she is currently at the tavern, waiting to buy more drinks.]

[She glances at the girl next to her. The alcohol and the festive mood have made her a bit more open than usual.]

Hello.

[mounties]

Hello! Having a good evening?

[answerer_sword]

Yes I am.

[With that, she kicks back another glass of whiskey.]

[mounties]

[Now there's a drinker. Canada looks impressed and pleased as she raises her glass.]

Alright, then, sláinte.

[answerer_sword]

Beannachtam na Feile Padraig!

[She vaguely recognizes the girl's toast as French.]

So...you're French?

[mounties]

And to you.

Ah... I'm a little French, I suppose. I used to be, if nothing else.