Hmmm -Yawns softly.-

-yawns and looks up from the bar, then falls asleep there again-

*kicks open door* HULLO!

A Grand Old Party
 

It was though the doors to the enterprise have fallen away as the building's walls began to fade away, along with the ceiling, leaving you mystified as you enter what looks to be the shire. It's day time and many small folk work to build tents, tables, and bake cakes. Everyone in the shire was invited...

"So you're going to go through with it, then," Gandalf the Wizard said
slowly.
"I am," I replied. "I've been planning this for a long time.
It'll give the Hobbits of the Shire something to talk about for the next
nine days - or ninety-nine, more likely. Anyway, at least I'll have my
little joke."
"Who will laugh, I wonder?" Gandalf mused aloud, scratching his
beard idly.

For weeks carts and caravans were coming from all over Middle-earth
to bring provisions for the Grand Old Party, as I referred to it.
Wagons of food from the Dwarvish mines at Erebor, shiny rocks from the
Sea-elves and fancy seductive packages from southern Mirkwood arrived
daily, making the neighborhood generally more crowded and cluttering up
avenues. Even those who hadn't said anything bad about me before were
starting to show their annoyance. "That man is starting to get a
mite annoying," old Gaffer Gamgee grumbled, standing outside the pub.
"Queer goings-on, and no mistake. Why just yesterday a bunch o' pesky
Wood-elves dragged their cart right acrost my yard and ruined my taters!"
"A bunch of Men from Bree came to my place yesterday and tried to
sell me some aluminum siding," mused Old Noakes of Bywater. "They said it
was because they had extra after building that horrible Quonset hut over
the Party Tree, and they were trying to unload it. Strange folk
hereabouts."
"Yes, but it's good for the economy," sneered Bill Ferny, the local
banker. "A lot more money in circulation. Market's been doing well.
Unionization is down because of all the entry-level service positions
that are being created. Widening gap between the haves and have-nots,
don't you think? Good to find work for idle hands."
"And you don't know nothin' about anythin', Ferny," Gaffer Gamgee
snapped, echoing the popular community sentiment. "Mr. Bilbo Baggins is a
right bastard, as I've often said, and it's small wonder if trouble don't
come of him and his imperialist ways. The Revolution's a'comin', and it's
the likes o'you who'll be the first ag'inst the wall, so sayeth the
Lord." And with that he spat a well-aimed beer-nut into Ferny's glass.

Did someone say a party?

-Dances around.-

It's going to be the last party

What do you mean, the last party?

I mean exactly what I say.

"Last" can mean a lot of stuff. I'm looking forward to it, Funk :3

im so tempted to have t-rex asche have the roof fall in

Do it Ashy! Do it! *cheers on*

Sorry Funk, but I can't resist a good roof crashing.

1) what roof, Ashy?
2) if you read, alpha, you'd understand that there is no roof any longer.
3) why thank you, Britt. It's going to be quite a show, I assure you

Ah....my bad....I'd actually read that before and it didn't quite click apparently.

Yes. Unlike before, this was an actual door into another plane of existence

i will restore the roof and break through it again ><

If you destroy the enterprise, there will be no repairing it.

._. I'd loose my exotic dancing job.

That you would.

I need that job!

I've been slacking off on my bartending, it seems. -shifty eyes-

Indeed you have......barkeep, I could use a strong drink! *plops down*

So how's college Espy?

Eh, so far so good. Not much homework yet, but knock on wood. Most of my floormates are already being swamped.

Erm...speaking of swamps, what would you like, anyways? -eyes the pitiful remnants of what used to be a full pint of iced tea- ...I totally didn't do that >.>

I'm feeling swamped. So much reading at once.

Hmmm.....well, sweet tea would have been nice, but in place of that, I'll take something....with a kick. Surprise me!

And nice. Hopefully that trend keeps up. I've been much the same, but have had a paper which I started and completed tonight.

Hrnn...how's a Madras? -reaches for the still-full bottle of cranberry juice-

(How do I even know these things. How. I'm not even 21.)

That would be my question....but then again I'm not either. Let's just not ask those kinds of questions. And sure...*sits patiently and starts to doze*

I just happen to...do my research. Trust me, the only stuff I've actually had was a bit of whatever my parents had at home, and even that royally burned. ...But I could get used to Fat Tire; that one actually tastes alright.

...Time to find the vodka and orange juice. Uh. -pries open the fridge door to find a cascade of plastic bottles and bags of ice- ...Awkward.

(trololo, I could say "that's precisely the point")

But anyways, as the day gets closer, the tension grew, bubbling outwards in the waters of the usual business.

But already, from the distance, darkness crept back into the shadows of the world. A new rumor spread from the east of a nameless evil. The time, still, was growing thin.

*watches as Espy wanders around the bar* Anytime now......

And it's fine Espy, everyone has tried something when they weren't supposed to. Trust me, I've tried a fair share of drinks....just never driven afterwards and definitely haven't gone out in public.

I still can't drive, anyways >.>

-passes the Madras over the counter- That'll be...uh.

...Funkie, has the Enterprise suffered from inflation?

*sputters* You can't drive? What madness is this? Come, I must instruct you! *drags off to supercharged Mustang*

-Falls over- I'ma just drink from the bottle.

-Reaches over the counter and takes the vodka.-

EHH?! Lemme go! I have a customer here!

...Not much a customer, I meant. -snatches the bottle back- Ma'am, I don't think that would be a good idea.

-Whines.- I want the vodka!

-Sits up pouting, crossing her arms in front of her just under her bosom.- I had a long day.

Fine fine.....*reaches for drink and downs in one gulp*

...Do you drink Red Bull? -reaches over, ready to make a Red Bull vodka mix-

*raises hand* Oooh, ooh, I do! Can I have one?

-glares at Alpha and reluctantly passes over the speedball- I really hope you can hold your alcohol...

Oh trust me, I can.....runs in my blood. *decides to take time with this drink* So....*takes a sip*