Lady Celes Crusader

While Celes is stroking her cat, she's getting sober bit by bit and thus, realizing that she acted in a ridicule way. Now, she wasn't sure about what she should do. Either she leaves and unwillingly advertise her lack of control or stay in a while and, even if it means to apologize to anyone, trying to keep up with the appearance. She choose the later although she notices that some people are acting weird. She grabs Cambronne/Ozymandias and lays him on her left breast and shoulder and decides to talk to any denizen she'll meet on her way. Meanwhile, the cat has its own thought - Hum... Hum... I'm so glad to be a cat after all.

Happy Birthday and I hope you have time to enjoy the snow

I would have put it in a movie theater so I can watch movies when I'm up to.

Happy brithday for both.

Happy happy birthday to an amazing member and partner. *Gives a huge hug*

Celes huggles her cat, unaware of the change that occured in Cambronne. Since her pet was quiet, the Troubadour decides to give him a cat treat. While Cambronne's thought was willing to go for it, Ozy's was more reluctant. - Regarde Cambronne! Un bon nanane pour le bon ti-gars! (Look Camrbonne! A nice treat for the good lil-guy!) Cambronne finally grabs the treat and while the feline is delighted... - How can you eat such things? If that's the treat, I don't wanna think about the regular food. Celes strokes her cat again, telling him how good he is.

Nice sig. It's nice to change it once in a while

Yeah!!! German!!! I've got no German notions at all but I'm glad that you've taken the initiative to write it in a tongue other than French. It was about time.

*lol* Ozy you're post when your spirit is stuck within my cat was so funny.

You know what I've just thought? I think it should be funny to do a morning after thread.

Doomgaze leads Celes back at the bar stool next to Cambronne who's not to sure about what to do with the snakes. While she's still drunk, the alcohol effects starts to wear out. - I'm ssoooo sowwy Doom... I wuz so craptacular. Doomgaze sights and decides it was best to not upset the drunken Troubadour. - Don't worry, just don't drink alcohol for the rest of the evening. There, have a glass of water. - That snaky dawce wazzz zo sstoopid... - Now now now! Don't worry about that, everyone had done stupid things and I thought it was funny. Celes looked at Doomgaze and pouts - Nice try... - I'm sorry, I guess that was crap... How did you said that again? - Craptacular. Both gaze at each other and burst into laugh. The mage strokes at her cat, although a Sylph was already scratching the feline's ear.

Congrats all

Happy birthday Deg! Stay as inventive and as witty as you are now.

Celes had dragged Doomgaze into a very drunken version of a dance. After all, she had been bored long enough and it was time to let the alcohol go down a bit. Everytime she was about to fall, she managed to find her equilibrium in the last second. She looks over her unfortunate partner and smiles. - Soooo.... do I danzzze velll? The poor Doomgaze wasn't sure if it was a good idea to be truthful to her. - Well, I think that you are a good dancer... - Offf courrzze NOT!!!! I'm a verrry pouti danzeuze!!!! - Well, if you're an awful dancer, so am I. Let's have a "danze poutite" together! While Doomgaze decided to humor the situation, the sylphs decided to pull on evreyone's ties, ribbons, necklaces.

Welcome back, Vincent.

Congratulations. You totally deserved it and I'm glad to have you as a fellow Troubadour

Nicely done.

*lol* Chui pouiche en poésie, alors j'peux pas critiquer trop trop.

Celes had been pushed a bit foward over the bar and chuckles when she sees Gyr in an embarassing position. Meanwhile, the sylph that were Celes' pearls decided that an olive fight was an interesting idea. Taking advantage of their summoner's drunkiness, they started to throw olives oon each others, hitting guests along.

I'd really would love to send the rain that falls over here. Be careful you guys.

While poor Cambronne gets his spilled milk replaced by water, a drunken Celes answered to Tamaranis after his little showdown with Salinye. The pattern the pearls made on her dress are now totally erratic. - Hum... Not great... my head is spinning... The pearls detached from the robe and turns into tiny sylphes, that decided to play all around the ballroom.

*lol* Et toi Doom Gaze! Quand vas-tu nous pondre un chef-d'œuvre en français?

Celes was standing at the bar while Cambronne had fallen asleep on one seat. She gazes around and notices Yui, who is as lonely as she is. Celes sights thinking that it would had been good if Styler had come along. She could had dance with him like Salinye and Gyr. The porto bottle she ordered was already half-empty and the Troubadour feels its effect.

Welcome back.

Hey there! It's always fun too see new face. Welcome and feel youself at home.