OOC>Sorry, haven't been on alot lately [img]graemlins/blush.gif[/img]
IC>*'Bout time*, Regin said as the waitress gave him his beer..
He drank up, grabbed his friend Giror and said:
*I think I'm going home!*, he then fell to the ground..
The dwarves laughed at him for his lack of alcohol-tolerance (he had ONLY had ten pints
and then helped him up..
Giror, who was a bit more concerned, said; *Can ye make it home, regin?*, since Regin lived a long way from the bar..
*Dunnae know..*, then he fell asleep on the floor..
*Barkeep, can I put my friend in one of the rooms? He'll pay in the morning!)
*Aye, sure..just make sure he does!*, the barkeep replied..
And so Giror carried Regin up the stairs to one of the room..
*There ya go, see ya next week!*
And then he left, leaving Regin sleeping on the bed...
A few hours later, Regin woke up, to the sound of some drunks fighting downstairs..
He decided to go check it out, and noticed a door down the hall was open..
He went to check it out, since he was still a bit fussy after the beer..
He peered inside, inside the room was an armed man staring out the window, and on the bed was a beatiful woman, snoring like a drunk wood-cutter..
He decided it was best to walk away, but as he did thee floor creaked, and the paladin rose immiediatly with his sword half drawn..
It was then it struck the dwarf..
*D-D..Dreamer?*, he said with a faint voice..
He look at the woman on the bed..
*It can't be true!*, he said and then turned to Dreamer.
*What are ye doing here?*
[ 02-06-2002: Message edited by: Sir ReGiN ]