It could almost make a grown Malk cry, and it started so well....

ganonymede had signed an exclusive contract to provide refreshments for the Parrlympic games... well, exclusive except for the Tremere, which officially weren't refreshments. She did have to settle for supplying the bulk-drinks - like those of the drinking contest - at a slight loss, but it would be worth it, she thought.

Then the she heard the news. She first believed just a vicious rumor, then it was confirmed. Queen ParrHera had released Handelolis to compete in the drinking contest.

Now - a Greek tragedy - the contest would be reheld!

She would break even, with much work, but only just. She would have to rely on tips she received at the Parrhessian Games Outdoor Cafe (PGOC, whose hard 'g' is so hard a 'g' that it's pronounced 'k' for 'peacock'), but she'd have to be schlepping drinks all night (hopefully not into the day). Now of all times to have financial woes, just as she was to take Caro- er, Hebe home and needed, desperately, to get a decent haven. Now, she couldn't even hock the medal she was hoping for in the Badgerian Love Poetry event.

"I'm here!" said a chipper voice.

"What?" She said turning, then with alarm "What are YOU doing here?!"

"I'm here to make you miserable, that's my job remember?" still smirking, "Besides, you asked me here... some sort of seminar you wanted me to give...."

"That has nothing to do with the Games." She said, a bit annoyed.

"Well, you're here, I'm here. By the way, folks at table three..." he motioned to the table where Anomalis Plurialia was sitting, warming up for the Clan Swapping Event by practicing their Nagaraja "would like a kiwi-ectoplasm Snapple the mustelid at table two would like a coffee, something frothy, I think... he seemed in a toreador-esque mood."

"You're going to have to wait for me," she said, scrambling to get the beverages ready, "I can't break away right now... why don't you enter the spade throwing contest... I hear they need a second catcher."

"Do they have an event for pointless banter leading to a nasty prank, culminating in an obscure pun that no one will understand?" He asked as she carried the drinks to the tables, extending a foot, tripping her, sending the milk froth and black liquid all over Badger, who wouldn't be to displeased, bathing in his favourite liquid, but that left his cup still empty and him covered in not-pink-but-still-quite-fluffy froth.

ganonymede manages to keep the bottle from spilling, Martin[us] takes and opens it. There's a ping from the cap, followed by a moan from within, "Now, that may seem unpleasant but, as they say," he tries to calm the foaming-at-the-mouth Badger, while serving Anomalis her wraithly drink, "better latte than T'Revor."

- ganonymede

- Robert[us] Martin[us]