Falco_Tauvits
Junior Member
BlueMan
Posts: 95
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I apologise profusely for the actions of my character. I blame Ta'pez, for the bloodwine, and the Klingons in the corner, for starting the singing. Tauvits is an active drunk, and I'm sure he'd be very embarrassed if he were sober enough to see straight. ...also, the idea of Tauvits singing the Blues Brothers (or Spencer Davis, depending on your mood), was too funny to let go. ON: Tauvits grabbed his tankard of bloodwine again and reached across the bar for a refill, a little oblivious now to the conversation between Ta'pez and Gheuty after he'd lost some of his drunken momentum and after K'Hare's 'explanation' of who needed his presence more. "...daughter of K'Hare and Q'olavraH... who's about eight or nine," he mumbled to himself, aiding the thought process occasionally with a gulp of bloodwine. "So that would mean, nine or ten years ago... the timer was started for my head to explode, around about now..." Ironically, this coincided with the singing starting on the other side of the room, and Tauvits watched in absolute confusion as G'Trell, along with others he only recognised vaguely get up and commence the highly respectable feat of drunken singing, in Klingon, which he had to struggle to catch all of. By the time they were done, his mind had gone completely on holiday and he had hopped up onto one of the low stools on a nearby table, bowing deeply and dramatically to the other table and almost losing his balance. "Finely sung, ladies," he declared smoothly. Or what he thought was smoothly. "But surely we can broaden horizons beyond the Klingon?" He paused for a moment, rooting around in his repertoire for a song, before one finally emerged. It was just as well his singing talents weren't painful; nothing brilliant, but just enough so that he wouldn't embarrass himself. Further. "Well my temperature's rising and my feet on the floor, Twenty people rockin' and they wanna go more, Let me in baby, I don't know what you've got, but you'd better take it easy, this place is hot... "So glad we made it So glad we... Bugger!" The last word wasn't in the song, for certain, but it was in Tauvits' vocabulary as, when he became far too involved in the song, the law of gravity finally became too much for him and he tumbled ungracefully from the stool to land in a heap on the floor. The biggest miracle was that he didn't spill his bloodwine, and indeed found that a horizontal position was just as viable for the enjoyment of his drink, as he drained the tankard and slowly found he didn't have much inclination or ability to get up. OFF: Tags to any, he's just made a public fool of himself, I'm sure many have noticed.
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