"Thank you!" He pulls the lid off the bottle and pulls out a vile from his bag. The collection of burnt leaves and unidentified ooze is poured into the bottle of rum, Tyro tapping out the last few drops before replacing the lid. He shakes the bottle with his paws, the liquid growing steadily more and more transparent inside until it vanished completely from view. "Communicare what now?" Tyro asks while he does this, then opens the rum bottle, opens the urn and tips out whatever was left in there into the ashes inside the urn. Once done, the urn is sealed and Tyro waits. "He'd better appreciate this..."
"I want to talk to your ghost," Azrael simplified. "I could potentially learn from him." "What's the side effect?" Asmo asked.
A dust cloud formed at their collective booth. It clumped together, and Skydust appeared in its place, sitting with the group. "I trust we're discussing festivities?"
"Necklace won't hurt the kid at all, right?" Asmo asked. Maya tilted her head. "Was that a knight or a pirate?" "How long ago was your death?" Azrael asked the ghost directly.
Another belch rattles the urn further. It's possible he wasn't much in the mood for talking. "Uuuh...Definitely a knight. Both can drink like fish." He chuckles. "As soon as he finished that, he ought to carry right on. Which is good seeing as this rude, arrogant little git was causing quite a ruckus at HQ."
"I'm a Royal Detective. Umm..." He looks into his bags and fishes out an ID card and a little shield with the crest of Princess Luna on it. "I cahn pu the bih on ecshpenshes fur the rum." Tyro said through the teeth that were clenched around the ID card held in his mouth.
"The rum. Well, since that's technically the first drink you ordered, it's totally free." She smiled. Azrael shrugged. "I guess the late knight doesn't want to talk." "Maya doesn't really like receiving too many gifts," said Dusty. "She'd be most satisfied with everypony having a good time."
//oc : i love the idea that despite having functioning hands, he still uses his teeth to pick up stuff
Tyro replaces the ID and badge back in his pack, smiling. "That's a thing? And I wasted it on this scummy old soak? Damn!" The urn returned this remark with an unintelligible slurry of syllables. The clearly inebriated spirit shook his urn, angrily garbling every single word. "Back attacha! Come on! Eternity in your pot or eternity on the next plane. Get moving! You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here! Last orders, permanently!" The urn hiccups several times in between it's echoed slurs, randomly rising and falling in volume. "Honestly, he's fit for a kebab and a night wrapped around the toilet."
"Well..." Maya quickly thought it over. "We could say that was his first drink, and let you have a different first drink. One condition, though."
Heart Song, sitting in a booth across from Marquee, yawned. "Why am I still here?" Marq shrugged. "Because you've got a teething foal at home, and the foalsitter is there until five?" She took a drink, and nodded. "Huh. Yeah, I guess that works."
"I'd rather not exchange being stroked for drinks. It's a slippery slope from there." There was a quiet tittering from the urn. "Shut up in there!"
Raven made her way over to Marq's booth and spoke quietly. "Hey, Marq. Think you can pick us in after closing?" "Awww..." Maya frowned. "Pleeeeeaaaase?"
