Summer Party at the Forge

[RebornSeas]

Clare quickly grabbed a tankard for herself As Spartan's speech indicated, and, well, Okay, the Ogress would have to admit that it was a damn fine speech. She added her beer to Justin's Tankard and Rust's cup as Spartan indicated, and when the cup for Rust mane was offered to him, she held his breath until he accepted.

And Damn, that was one hell of a glorious little ceremony. She took a sip from the beer that remained in her tankard, blinked, then swigged the rest down. And that was good beer. Really good beer. And her eyes flickered to Justin, just finishing his first swig of the giant tankard. Mischief struck her, especially at Rook's words to try harder - she wanted to dunk the surfer-man's head into the beer, just to start something. Well, also to see how much much of the damn thing he COULD drink... But mostly to start a fight, because damn, she wanted to punch something.

"Come on, Don't stop now, you've barely started!"

[Dusan]

"Oh I'm not stopping -- never could turn up a pass to a rager! Yeah!" Getting a good grip on the mega-tankard with one hand, Justin raised the other in a traditional Hails and Horns salute. Before the evening ended, he would probably be guilty of at least one attempt to kegstand and more than a few deathgrowls of approval, being as that there was nothing more Metal than the Summer Court.

Taking another pull from his drink, Justin's eyes crossed slightly as he gulped down the liquid a bit faster in a reflexive response to Spartan's companionable pat on the back.

How did that party rule go again? Drink, eat a bit, drink some more, switch out with water....eat some more....no matter. The expectations to revel and survive it had been laid down, and the Manikin wasn't one to argue with tradition or disrespect local customs.

Spearing a bit of beef on his plate, or at least hoping it was beef he had picked up, Justin couldn't help but get a grin on his face at the challenge Rook had set before Spartan.

What was that saying? Work hard and play hard? He had been given a taste of the fighting hard part, now it was time for the warriors' reward in the meadhall.

Or was it the slight buzz that was making him wax philosophical at the moment?

[Rust Mane]

Rust doesn't blink at his cup being refilled by anyone. He clears it again and again, ernestly trying to keep it empty. As the court moves for food, Rust begins to nab various peices of meat.

He feels awkward still and he watches Spartan and Rook prep for battle with a frown and a burp.

[CyledyrWyllt]

Marcus had walked into the Forge just in time to hear Spartan's speech, but had hung back so as not to interrupt by drawing attention to his entrance. However, once the feast prepared by Mrs. Rosemary is presented, the Hunter strides forward and nods in greeting at everyone as he piles a plate with food. Call Marcus what you will, don't ever call him late for dinner. Once he has sampled a little bit of everything, the metalflesh grabs a stein and pours his libation into Rust Mane's cup.

"Glad to see you've come around, mate. Have you and the Constable kissed and made up, yet?"

[Mary Lee]

Eating was definitely something she knew how to do, and probably the only thing she was good at that would come up at this particular party, so Mary follows close to Rust and piles up a plate. She focuses on the starchy, fatty goodness, starting with potatoes and ribs to gobble up while she directs a sympathetic eye towards his obvious ill ease. She hovers close to him, gesturing at a place for both of them to sit with a quizzical tipping of her head, not wanting to interfere with the conversation in the air.

[Swift]

Magnus sits in a corner behind the bar unobtrusively, a plate piled with food already half gone. He glances at the keg, clearly pleased at the number of people drinking and nods once to himself. After a while he stirs and moves to tap the next keg. "Anyone want something a bit darker better bring a stein quickly! This girl's about to blow." With that he produces the odd drill again and starts a hole in the Drudgeman's barrel.