Re: M3T10
Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 2:21 am
Obi's Post:
The scotch wound its way down Obi’ throat and caused a warm glow in his belly. Sighing a very satisfied sigh, he held the glass up to the light. Hmmm, not a bad drop at all. Obi thought. Reaching over he dragged another chair in front of him and placed his boots up on it. Leaning back he gave a very satisfying stretch before taking another sip of the fiery liquid. Just what the good Doctor ordered, Obi me lad.
“Sure thing mate, pull up a chair.â€
The scotch wound its way down Obi’ throat and caused a warm glow in his belly. Sighing a very satisfied sigh, he held the glass up to the light. Hmmm, not a bad drop at all. Obi thought. Reaching over he dragged another chair in front of him and placed his boots up on it. Leaning back he gave a very satisfying stretch before taking another sip of the fiery liquid. Just what the good Doctor ordered, Obi me lad.
Dirk picked his Guinness and took a large drink of the black beer. Feeling a bit better he saw a couple of people from the platoon. He walked over to their table.
"Sixtus, Obi, Sam. You mind if I join you?" Dirk asked
“Sure thing mate, pull up a chair.â€