(ooc: A meeting with Maverick can most definately be arragned!

I'll have him drinking himself into a stupor in the tavern you're at.

Just sit down next to him at the bar and watch his mouth start running!)
~She had been up for a while when Deiter finally awoke and she turns around as he groans.~ "You feelin' all right?" ~She reaches for her boots, looking concerned over at him.~
What Maverick Is Doing
~The wood elf sat at the bar, gulping what would be his third drink. He had a hearty constitution, but if he kept this up much longer he'd be spilling his guts, or running around the streets naked... Either way, the results would be frightening. He chuckles to himself as the patron next to him passed out.~ "No more for me then!" ~He watches a small elf leave the tavern and whistles. She dosen't hear him. He frowns and decides to follow her, hiding in the shadows.~
[This message has been edited by Killing Spree (edited 10-28-2001).]