I came in and saw them. They were drunk rowdy, and Dragh couldnt' dance. Viper looked like death run over. What made me glad though was that we were celebrating, celebrating woudl go on until the end, if it was to come. This is how we lived. We lived with a happiness that would force us to celebrate life until it was finally extinguished. We would not mourn Viper, we would sing his name in songs, we would cry his name in battle, we would tell stories about him to eveyone that would listen. This is how we would remember our hero if he was to leave us.
I strode to Jessica and asked her to put the rest of the night on me, handing her a bad of gold (not too big <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />). I took as many pints, jugs, and bottles as I could carry and joined Dragh on the table failing miserably at my attempt to dance.
