BEER!

Who: The Parrotts Gang
Where: It couldn't be... gosh, Parrotts?
When: Hmm.. tricky one. I'm gonna say:  7 dollars
 
"I'll have it if you don't want it like.""No, no I'll do it." She lifted the drink to her lips, and upended it.(Drunken cheers)
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"Excuse me!" said Dean, over the drunken rabble. "As I am the most senior officer on teh dwarf, I'm taking this room over as the "Blue Dwarf - Repair and Inspection" headquarters."
A drunken chorus of howls and groans followed this statement.
"Budge up! Budge up!" said Dean, to Kyla and Keith. "Keith? What are you doing, you should be checking that the mining department is fully stocked. As for you..." said Dean, turning towards Kyla, "I have no idea who you are, I'm sorry."
"<hic>"
"Well, that's just lovely." said Dean, turning away, his eye's wide with fumes. He coughed slightly.
"Evans?" he called, looking up from the crew roster in his hand, "get your ass down to the computer core and run a check on Holly."
The rest of the crew now started trying to sidle out of Dean's eyesight. Groaning furiously.
"Oh stop whining." he said. Flipping through his chart he crossed off a few names.
"Now." he said, standing up, and knocking Kyla over into her glass, which then fell and shattered on the floor. "Will someone remove....will someone remove.. whoever, oh sod it." said Dean, before going "in fact sod this command lark. Someone get me a beer. In fact no. As most Senior officer on board the Blue Dwarf at the current time, I order a free round for EVERYONE!"
A cheer surrounded Dean as he was lifted on the shoulders of the crowd as they rushed towards the bar.
"NOT SO FAST!" yelled Alota.
 
The crowd stopped.
Dean didn't.
 
His momentum carried him forward, and gravity pulled him down, into a perfect collision with the bar.
"Stop practising your line up for the Thomas Manueveur Lt. Thomas." commanded Alota.
"Congratulations on pronouncing that full stop." said Keith, eyeing up Alota. Again.
"Thank-you." said Alota.
Dean got up, drunkenly from the floor. "Oh shut up, and get this down yer gob!" said Dean, not quite thinking straight, and pasing a powerful cocktail to Alota.
"I will, and then, I'll have you all working double time!" said Alota, not going to be outdone by Dean.
"Aye right!" whispered a crew member, "she'll be lucky to live after that cocktail. It's a Dean special. The one he drinks to help him fly straight."
"Powerful." mused his companion.
Alota dropped to the floor!
"BEER!" yelled Dean.
 
"For he's a jolly good fellow.." started the crowd...
 
Dean "BEER!" Thomas