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[Smiticles]

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He found himself sitting at the bar with a fair young serving lass named Heather and sharing bawdy jokes and songs with Hugh. Smiticles was well snookered.

Slowly members of the ALV made their way into the tavern and joined him. Each and everyone of them was in a foul mood as a result of Max's tantrum and eventual resignation. As they sat and drank and sang and joked, through the hazy fog of his inebriation Smiticles made out the visage of Mallory enter the room.

To himself he muttered...Oh God, she can't see me like this. She'll lose all respect for me. Well its too late now because he she comes. Except he was a little louder than he really thought and Claudette heard him lament his situation. It was she who suggested they all retire to a large table where she proceeded to update Mallory on the events of the evening. Claudette's tactful intervention shed light on the source of Smiticles' "condition". To his surprise Mallory was very sympathetic to him. One could say caring.

Thinking he would never feel her slight touch again, his mind wandered to that last time they met and that simple hand holding his arm that made him feel so at peace. A moment of sober lucidity may have struck him at the moment for he realized he was not daydreaming. She was holding his hand once more.

He sat there for quite sometime, with her hand on his, while they all discussed the evenings events and a plan to move forward. Smiticles was oblivious to the entire conversation..all he could focus on was her. Eventually that strange and funny man named Hugh began signing. Signing songs that made the women excuse themselves. No longer held captive by her presence, Smiticles rose, muttered something incoherant and stumbled out after them.

Morning dawned with him having little idea of how he got home. The rest of the evenings affair was a bit of a blur. I can remember following the ladies downstairs...there was a bunch of talk on Max that I had had enough of...I saw Mallory? I was sitting with Mallory in the garden...I think I sang to her...Oh god what did I sing? What did I say? Did I tell her how I felt of her? Oh I'm sure I screwed this up for sure.

With a wave of nausa coming over him and sweating like an overly hairy Ogre in the desert he got down on his kneels and plunged his head into the water trough. Pulling out and gasping for air he slid down the side of the trough to sit on the cobbles. Oh what I'm I going to do now...I need to find Claudette and find out what truly happe...and he promptly passed out.