Laudren is the soberest drunk I have ever met. She's been at it all day, apparently someone broke out a few kegs to celebrate our retrun to Alliance waters and she hasn't left the room since.
Where's she putting it all? It's like her whole body is just a second keg or something. It goes in and it just stays there. She's not even slurring her words, just downing mug after mug and continuing her convesations with increasingly loopy people.
I haven't told Gidge about the party, Doctor's orders are that she stays in her bed until we disembark. She'd hate to miss something like this.
Heck, I'd hate to be missing this. Goblins may be a rotten greedy bunch, but they know how to celebrate.
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