((~ TIMESKEEEEEP! ~))

Finally, the trio were inside Germany's house. And they hadn't hesitated in helping themselves to his liquor cabinet. He did have a rather nice home, France thought to himself as he sipped at a bottle of wine he had found tucked away. There was far more beer than other liquor here. He had started with a few beers, but had moved on quickly when he found the bottle... Hrm. Feeling silly and happy and generally a bit drunk, he looked at the label. That was quite old... "Thees wasss a good ideaa," he commented to his friends, slurring a bit. His eyes focused on Spain's lips... She wouldn't mind a little kiss and grope, would she? Non...

Denmark had led her small group into the bar at the end of the street. She was sitting on a barstool, large glass of Danish beer in her hand. She had a rather high alcohol tolerance - she had developed it as her people had swigged mead in her Viking days. Beer made one feel warm and buzzy on those cold, cold days. She crossed her legs, sipped from the edge, and glanced over her shoulder at the bartender. "There may be some... Antics tonight," she mentioned quietly in Danish. He nodded. He had hosted a group of countries before, many years ago. Now he was older, his hair white. Humans really did age...