Toast: To Colleen

[mdlbear]

"Just an empty glass, Mike," the Mandelbear says as he puts a dollar bill on the bar. "I brought my own bottle. This is the last of the case of The Glenlivet that Colleen's uncle and oldest cousin gave us for our twenty-fifth anniversary. This is our 48th."

He peers at the bottle, then pours what little is left in it into the glass. "Damned if I know what I'll use next year," he says, as he puts the bottle down on the bar and walks up to the chalk line.

"To Colleen!" he says, maybe a little too loudly, then drains the glass and flings it into the fireplace, where it shatters with a satisfying *CRASH*.

Comments

[acelightning73]

The old lady with the purple hair gives Mike a dollar bill, and says, "Romulan ale for a fannish soul." Syrupy blue liquid fills the glass.

She takes the glass and steps up to the line. TO COLLEEN - I'm sorry I never met her. May the Summmerlands be filled with music and laughter in her honor.*CRASH!!!*

[mdlbear]

Have I mentioned that Colleen also had purple hair?

[acelightning73]

I know you mentioned it in the past. That's one of the things that make me sorry I never met her. Just try to remember the good times without getting maudlin - that's how I get through Thanskgiving and Christmas without my mom and my aunts.

[chanter1944]

The longhair lass fishes a dollar bill out of her wallet and slides it across the bar to a certain Callahan. "If we're going in a fannish direction," she says in a distinctly Wisconsin accent, "Bajoran springwine, please. Romulan ale will knock me on my butt."

Glass obtained, she edges to the line. "Uh, just so people know, if my aim is off, somebody yell and stop me before I throw this thing? To Colleen. I never had the pleasure, unfortunately." The drink goes down in one, and the glass, perhaps surprisingly, makes the fireplace with a suitable *crash!*

[maellenkleth]

The lerani srithak walks slowly up to the bar, and pulls a dollar bill from a pocket of her spaceflight coveralls. She slides the bill across the bar, saying "it's hard getting used to gravity again, Mike. The usual, please".

She staggers over to the chalk line, and holds the glass of raktajino high up, catching the firelight.

"Olur axayim yagovalxa, Colleen!"

A quick swig and a toss, the glass spins into the fire.

[freyjaw]

Since we're in a fannish mode… The seriously curvy redhead walks up to the chalk line after floating an EC dollar into the cigar box. “Mike, I need sleep. How about Romulan wine? It's more potent than their ale.” After draining the glass, she tosses it into the fireplace. “To Colleen. She was and is a loving and fun soul. I miss her.”

*****crash*****

[azurelunatic]

*crash*

[kellan_the_tabby]

The Mando in the corner clips his helmet to his belt and walks to the bar, quietly asking for a glass of tihaar. He strolls to the firing line, savoring his drink as he goes; the glass only holds a sip or two by the time he gets there. "Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. Colleen." He mutters under his breath for a moment, perhaps more names; then he drains the glass and throws it, hard. CRASH