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"It's St. Patty's Day! Everyone's Irish tonight."

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It's St. Patrick's Day.
It's time to get your drink on and celebrate the day of St.Patrick who drove the snakes from Ireland... Or something.

Side note: If you don't use an icon with green in it? Your character is so allowed to get pinched.

1. It's a Parade!: On the Streets! What better way to celebrate then by drunkenly wandering the streets? There may be loud, embarrassing singing, there might be some getting lost, finding new friends, or chasing a leprechaun.

2. At the Pub: Time to hit the bar, time to drink some drinks, drink green beer, take some shots, meet some new people, hang out with old friends or sing a drunken song. Just have fun with it.

3. Take Me Home Tonight: No one should go home, alone right? Either you're trying or you've already succeeded in getting them to come home. Hopefully you succeed in sealing the deal or maybe you won't.

4. The Morning After: After all that green beer, you wake up, memory fuzzy, wondering where your pants are and who the hell is in the bed next to you and if they have the same brutal hangover. What happened? Maybe they can fill in the gaps.

5. WHATEVER YOU WANT.

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[ Don't worry, Redglare. Mindfang will poke it for you, pressing her finger hard against your nose. Or at least, that's what she intended to do. Instead, she wound up with her finger against Redglare's shiny red glasses. ]

It's right there, imbecile.

But your nose isn't what I want to be feeling right now.

[ It's a good thing Redglare is blind, because she can't see that at all. She just hears it, and reacts about two seconds too late, leaning backwards. ]

Pl'se keep...su'h lewd ideas t'yourself.

[ Mindfang has to fight temptation to knock Redglare off the barstool. As humorous as it would be, it was counterproductive to her black ambitions. ]

I doubt you are as opposed to my lewd ideas as you are insisting.

Yo're a...an...abom'nation t' your col'eagues.

[ She straightens her back, looking back and forth across the bar, though there was no way she was going to be able to see it anyway. ]

Where's my drink? [ And then spins to face Mindfang fully. ] You stole it...

I never thought I would hear you hold my colleagues to any level of esteem, Neophyte.

[ She rests her chin on her hand, watching Redglare struggle. ]

I haven't stolen a thing. Yet. Do you need to lick my fingers to make sure?