Post by General Luke of Long Patrol on Jan 4, 2008 12:22:54 GMT -5
"Sa*hic'up*rge, Torph*hic'up*ieuss, any *hic'up* body," Luke bellowed in a fierce demanding voice that rang all through out the halls of salamanderstron. A wry smile sat on his face and his eye lids were droopy. Six empty bottles on the floor next to him and a bottle half full of rum in his left hand. For the first time he tried rum and under estimated its strength. He was rocking around and couldn't find his balance. He took another chug of wine than threw the empty bottle to the floor. He pulled out his sword and started swinging it around until it chopped through one of the tables. "Oops...*hic'up*...hehe" he said giggling until the light shined on his sword causing it to sparkle. "Ooh its shiny," he said starring at it.