Mk.9's Shout

Who: Blue Dwarf drunkards
Where: Ffionian pub
When: After a bit of exploration
"You know" Mk.9 said to no one in particular.
"We didn't get any sort of welcoming party or anything when we
arrived. As such, i must take it upon myself to start one!"
He looked around and grabbed a random Ffionian.
"Oh for the love of god don't kill me!" he said
"Calm down damnit, I just wanna know where the pub is, mate."
"Oh, uh, it's over there, 'mate'."
"Thanks mate."
"Any time mate."
Mk.9 mate walked over to the pub mate, and pondered for a second mate.
"How in the hell am I supposed to get everyone here..." he thought,
before remembering who he was dealing with.
He increased power to his vocal unit, and called out as loud as he could.
"MMYYY SHOOOOOUT!"
Slowly, steadily increasing numbers of 'Dwarfers made their way to the
Ffionian pub. As the numbers of those arriving started to ease off,
Mk.9 stepped in himself, and sat at the bar.
It seemed a nice, quiet, friendly place. Or at least it probably was
before the 'Dwarfers had arrived. There were candles on the tables and
quaint paraphernalia nailed to the walls.
Chris Harris was sat at a table with Sean Masters, and called over for
two pints of beer. The Ffionian waitress was unaware of this 'beer' he
had mentioned, but the Ffionians *did* have a drink called Bee'ah, and
assumed it was merely his accent that had deformed the word.
"You two are braver than I am." She said, hurrying off.
She returned soon after very carefully carrying 2 glasses filled with
a clear substance.
When Chris saw it, he called after the waitress, but she had already
run way and was hiding under the bar.
He and Sean shrugged, and took a mouthful, before spitting it out in
disgust. It flew over the candle, before detonating violently and
throwing the pair backwards.
Mk.9 had ordered the same, and started drinking.
"Hmm, nitroglycerin. 2037 I believe. Good year for high explosives."
Harris and Sean both got up, now devoid of eyebrows.
OOC: Not quite the typical form of put-a-newbie-in-imminent-danger,
but it'll do.