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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[mounties]

[He gets a grin and a wink for that, because she's friendly even when she's sober, so when she's more than a few drinks into "pleasantly buzzed" territory, everyone gets her attention.]

Thanks.

[riastrad_ridire]

No problem, kid. [Says the grinning moron with the faint Irish accent.]

[mounties]

[She blushes a little as she takes a sip of her drink.]

It's Canada.

[riastrad_ridire]

Nice to meet you. Just call me Lancer.

[mounties]

Lancer. [She nods.] It's a pleasure to meet you. You're doing a fine job back there tonight.

[riastrad_ridire]

I do my best. Besides, nothin's more fun than drinking with a few good people.

[mounties]

You can say that again. [She chuckles a little, taking another drink.] And I think we've got a decent turnout of good people here tonight, eh?

[riastrad_ridire]

Miserable as the town might be, I think we've got a fair collection of worthwhile people in it. Won't be hearin' me complain anytime soon.

[mounties]

That's the spirit!

[riastrad_ridire]

It's always the little things that count the most, right?

[mounties]

Indeed it is, and mood can be the littlest big thing around.