*reluctantly puts mop and axe away and accepts that there just isn't enough room in this tavern for that kind of thing...*
sorry, must've passed out... did i miss my cue?... what's with the French Horn? it'll drown my triangle out unless we do some re-arranging sharpish... i see etherea passed out too... how many beers she had?
Just the 3 darling but I'm a true light weight! Just throw some cold water over me and I'll be back on the same page as the rest of you.
okay ok... just let me get some brekkie down m'neck and i'll take a mop to that right after... i can't remember anything of last night... does anyone know if we actually played music? did anyone come to listen to us play? what is this footprint doing on my tea-shirt???
If I remember anything it was us being so good that the crowd mobbed the stage and you got caught underfoot!
phew!... well i feel a whole lot better now... thanks etherea .... i shall wear this footprint with pride another beer? i'm buying... maybe we should stick to the mineral water just for today tho?
Yeah, sparkling water with ice and lemon please! Good night though. We should do it again. The boss must have made a killing. Everyone was having a good time from what I can remember. Pity about that fucker who kept trying to sing "Streets of London" in the middle of our set (loosely speaking of course).
*hands sparkling mineral water to etherea* yeah... wasn't that JT? didn't he just tell us what was on the menu? or am i getting him confused with someone else?... *trips on mop that i forgot to put away*