Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170203004219

"Hey, don't talk down the importance of beer!" The man scratched his chin. "You really aught to give it a try.  In fact, I know a little thing to encourage you..." The man rose from his stool, and slapped the bar, gathering the attention of the lads and lasses at the table.

"Hey boys!" He shouted to the band, and then sprung into verse.



"A long time ago, way back in history,"  Ward's friend belted out, "when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea. "Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, "and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops."

The entire pub, aside from the old coots talking with Will&Tim, joined their voices to Ward's friend.

"He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, "and to his praises we shall always sing. "Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! "Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer "tiddly beer beer beer."

Their voices cut out, and there was only the music of the band for a moment, and Ward's friend returned to his stool, when suddenly a man rose out of the crowd. An spritely young fellow, with a fine green hat and a finer green suit with a tailt coat and skinny tie, wielding a green cane in his hand that he tapped among the tables as he crossed to the front of the room.

"one thing you can be a sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell! "so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop "for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops!"
 * The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well

They began to count down, and with each number chanted, the singers sunk lower to the ground. "1... 2... 3... 4... 5..."

They all shot up again, and everyone in the pub belted out the chorus once again. The young man in his fine green suit yanked a beer off the bar, held it high above his head, and began to chug it to much cheering as the chorus was sung alongside his show of dedication to Charlie Mops.

"He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, "and to his praises we shall always sing. "Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! "Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer "tiddly beer beer beer,"

The finely dressed young man returned to his seat, a woman stepped out from behind the piano dressed in a fine green dress and elegant green boots, and picked up the next verse. She was beautiful, with fair skin and fairer hair, with had a voice to match, although the song wasn't an appropriate demonstration of her talents.

"A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick, "the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick. "40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks. "Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax,"

As the woman reached the bar, she looked down the line of patrons, rested an elbow on the bar, and shot a wink at Ward.

The lads and lasses of the pub began the chanting and sinking again, lowerign to the ground.

"1... 2... 3... 4... 5..."

Ward's friend, and then the whole pub, turned expectantly to the gunslinger, in anticipation for him to lead the chorus.



"Ah, interesting in the radio, yeah?" The old coot said to Tim, yelling over the noise of the singing. "Yeah we was too!   Know anything about it?"