*runs in, hearing the word fire* "FireFireFireFire! Where is it! I want some! Is it going to blow-" Nutty stops mid-sentence and her eyes go wide as she sees the enormous rocket in Irish's hands. "Give.It.To. ME!!!" She screams, tackling Irish. "I wanna make the big boom!"
Nutty growls, stalking Irish. "I wanted big fire boom boom. You WIL pay!" Nutty then proceeds to tackle Irish, stopping only when a large pink explosion shakes the Tavern. "Awww, you made me miss it!"
Rune chuckles as he hands Nutty and Irish his biggest rockets. Well not all of them. Under cover of the explosions, he sneaks behind the tavern and sets up a collosal firwork. Rune waits 'till everything has died down, lights it up and runs for his life.
KABLAM
The explosion is so huge it knocks Rune off his feet.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY YWS (so what if we were a little late):P" Will shine in the sky for a good half hour.
Rune walks back into the tavern, his face covered in black sooty stuff, grinning form ear to ear
Speling mestackes ink.
Flowing scribble
Guns don't kill people, people kill people... And monkeys do (if they have a gun)- Eddie Izzard
*pokes head into tavern* Is it safe? I've heard some rockets and stuff going off outside and there seem to be quite a few pyromaniacs in here...
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
*hugs Irish back* "Okay, sweet, what are you guys celebrating?"
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
