I can tell you, without cheating and looking it up, that St Crispin and St Crispian - there's two of them - are the patron saints of shoemakers. Yes, I'm nearly as big a nerd as Jeremy.
*snerk*
I knew who Thespis was, too ... and I know Napoleon died on St Helena, not Elba ...
Hee! Okay, I knew Thespis, too (Mum did a BA in literature and the history of drama. A little rubbed off in conversation.), but I'm sure Casey would be impressed by your Napoleon knowledge.
But why, why is Casey drinking like this??? Am all agog now.
If I write the rest of the scene, it would make *total* sense, but... that might not happen for a bit. Casey would tell you he's drinking because it's his birthday and Natalie is his best friend in the entire world, and Jeremy's his second best friend.
Dan would tell you that Natalie bought Casey a bottle of Jaegermeister (and Jeremy bought him the matching Jaegermeister shot glasses), and that it's not good for Casey.
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Dan frowned at Natalie. "I can't believe you bought him Jaegermeister."
"I like Jaegermeister," Casey pointed out. "I am the Master of the Hunt."
Dan rolled his eyes. "But it doesn't like you."
"Yes, it does. It loves me and makes me feel great. On top of the world. Giddy as a schoolgirl."
"I don't deny that it makes you giddy. I don't deny that it makes you grin like a loon, and laugh at every second sentence," Dan said, and Casey beamed at him.
"Exactly," Casey said, holding his bottle close.
"It also makes you feel like killing yourself the next day," Dan pointed out sourly. "You do remember that, right? The total hangovers you get when you drink that stuff."
Casey waved away Dan's concerns, like he was swiping at a large and stealthy fly. "Hangovers are for wusses. Tonight, I am Master of the Hunt."
Dan sighed and turned to Natalie. "You bought him the stuff. I think it's your responsibility to go explain to Dana why Casey needs tomorrow off."
"He needs tomorrow off?"
"Oh, *yeah*," Dan said, like some bad eighties song. "He'll have fun tonight, and won't be able to stand up straight, but you don't want to see him tomorrow. You definitely don't want to put him under studio lights."
Natalie's forehead formed into parallel furrows. It was kind of cute, in a weird geometric sense. "Really?"
"Just tell Dana about the Jaegermeister. She'll know what I'm talking about."
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*snerk*
I knew who Thespis was, too ... and I know Napoleon died on St Helena, not Elba ...
Hee! Okay, I knew Thespis, too (Mum did a BA in literature and the history of drama. A little rubbed off in conversation.), but I'm sure Casey would be impressed by your Napoleon knowledge.
But why, why is Casey drinking like this??? Am all agog now.
If I write the rest of the scene, it would make *total* sense, but... that might not happen for a bit. Casey would tell you he's drinking because it's his birthday and Natalie is his best friend in the entire world, and Jeremy's his second best friend.
Dan would tell you that Natalie bought Casey a bottle of Jaegermeister (and Jeremy bought him the matching Jaegermeister shot glasses), and that it's not good for Casey.
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Dan frowned at Natalie. "I can't believe you bought him Jaegermeister."
"I like Jaegermeister," Casey pointed out. "I am the Master of the Hunt."
Dan rolled his eyes. "But it doesn't like you."
"Yes, it does. It loves me and makes me feel great. On top of the world. Giddy as a schoolgirl."
"I don't deny that it makes you giddy. I don't deny that it makes you grin like a loon, and laugh at every second sentence," Dan said, and Casey beamed at him.
"Exactly," Casey said, holding his bottle close.
"It also makes you feel like killing yourself the next day," Dan pointed out sourly. "You do remember that, right? The total hangovers you get when you drink that stuff."
Casey waved away Dan's concerns, like he was swiping at a large and stealthy fly. "Hangovers are for wusses. Tonight, I am Master of the Hunt."
Dan sighed and turned to Natalie. "You bought him the stuff. I think it's your responsibility to go explain to Dana why Casey needs tomorrow off."
"He needs tomorrow off?"
"Oh, *yeah*," Dan said, like some bad eighties song. "He'll have fun tonight, and won't be able to stand up straight, but you don't want to see him tomorrow. You definitely don't want to put him under studio lights."
Natalie's forehead formed into parallel furrows. It was kind of cute, in a weird geometric sense. "Really?"
"Just tell Dana about the Jaegermeister. She'll know what I'm talking about."
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