"Oh calm ya'self, Alic-o-pal. Ya' don't have ta' go get ye'self drunk ta' have a good time! Ya' can just come and have a pint or two. And that pun of a name of yours is a jolly good one, it is!" Ivan said the last part with a chuckle. "Come on, let's go get a pint! It'll do ya' some good!" Ivan said as he grabbed Alic's wrist and pulled him out the door without another notice. The crickets chirped on this fine night and the stars laid in the sky in numbers equal to young childrens wishes in this world. Only bits and pieces of the night sky could be seen through patches of the underground ceiling to their home. Moonlight shined down in thin or large strips like showers, waterfalls of light. The houses held a warm glow to their window tints and the faint sound of factories and machinery could be heard in the distance. Everyone was officially shutting down the shops and everyone would be at the pub. The pub, filled with horrific Dwarf odors that compare to no other and music that he, well, did not classify as true music. Alic loved the classics, especially Beethoven. Instrumental music helped him reach his inner artist on the highest level. Of course, no one understood. Dwarfs minds are....simple after all. As they neared the dreaded building, singing and laughter was heard. Horrible singing, to clarify.
"Ya' know, I used ta' make a hell of a great moonshine. Ti'was thee best in thee family. But after we had Seamus, he had gotten into the moonshine and made a big ol' mess outa' it. Ciaran made me stop da' business. It was a hearty sight though." Ivan paused his rambling and let out a chuckle. "I think the boy must've gotten ahold of some of that 'shine that day. He was actin' weird that whole day." A smile spread across Alics composed face.
”Seamus? Haha, I knew he was a trouble maker the second I laid eyes upon him.” his expression changed to one of seriousness, ”Or shall I say, when his airplanes propellers went into my eye balls and he thought it the funniest thing he'd seen. And the moment he pulled my hair, and the time he put explosive powder into my mech suit I was making, Remember that? Half my house disappeared. And the time-” Alics eyes widened when they had reached the doors of the pub. Headache? Yes, and he hasn't even gone inside the toxic zone yet. He could feel his IQ slipping away from him already. Just as they stepped in the door, someone else began a new song, his attention was brought elsewhere however. Sitting on the bar with his feet hanging off the chair, was an irishman Dwarf staring into his drink with passion, nostrils flaring. He watched him pick a fly out from his drink and wave it around over his beer, shouting at it.
”SPIT IT OUT!! SPIT IT OUT YOU BASTARD!!!!” Saliva went forth from his mouth and he slammed his other fist against the metal table. Everything here was built by the Dwarfs hands. Alic could think of numerious warnings for pubs to put outside their door on a sign.
WARNING:
Consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not.
WARNING:
Consumption of alcohol may leave you wondering what the hell happened to your pants.
And his personal favorite that he has been a victim too far too many times.
WARNING:
Consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the same boring story over and over again until your friends want to SMASH YOUR HEAD IN.
Ivan sat the both of them at a nearby table and got Alic a pint-o-whiskey.
"Here ya' are, Alic. A pint 'o whiskey!" He said with a slight chuckle and a grin before taking a nice big swig of his own drink and started humming along with everyone else to the songs being sang. Alic groaned and rested his chin on the palm of his hand, fiddling around with the pint-o-whiskey. His fingers tapped to the beat of the song against the rim of his pint, catching this he clenched his drink and it went down the hatch into his stomach. There was a reason he hated drinking, drunks, and bars, because it was when men drunk that they acted like woman. 100% of the men gain weight, talke excessively without making sense, become overly emotional, can't drive, fail to think rationally, argue over nothing, and refuse to apologize when wrong. Enough said. He raised his cup for another pint.