Tom grinned and tilted her own root beer. "Nah this stuff will only give you a buzz. If you want to get completely plastered, you gotta go for either Moxie or that organic microbrew stuff from down the Well." She took a solid pull from the can. "Seriously though, Skipper..." Her face went serious and still. "I've read the reports, and I've known some of the pride who've been through the same and had to be rebuilt from the ground up. As a welcome from the pride and the Sailors Armed Militia, I can pretty much guarantee that you'll never have to buy your first drink in a bar with Sammies."
She raised her can high. "To Captain Cruger! Ooo-rah!"
The bar echoed with the cry.
"Ooo-rah!"
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
She raised her can high. "To Captain Cruger! Ooo-rah!"
The bar echoed with the cry.
"Ooo-rah!"
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll