[right][h2][i][b][color=#FFEFD5]Everyone in the Crew gettin' Tipsy...except Tyler[/color][/b][/i][/h2][/right]

Sitting down with the Intergalactic Witch, James was the casual looking one amongst Hat Trick, Eclipse, Princess and Payback.

Tyler Ermineskin had doffed his armor, sitting there in his Oilers themed powersuit. Oilers Blue, on Orange and White, four piece, vest, jacket, shirt and a nice straight line silk trousers. There's always that one or two guys in a bar that are dressed sharply, and it looks like Hat Trick claimed one of those spots!

He leans back on his seat and picks at a plate of poutine. A bottle of diet Pepsi at his elbow. With a broad grin the middle aged Redskin calls to James, "Hey there man, come to join the party...dear god what monstrosity did you buy to eat?" He chuckles as he fists some gravy drenched fries with bacon and cheese curds, "not mine is any better yeah?"

He sips his soft drink with a sigh, "don't understand how you all can drink that poison though. Blah, but each their own. Just don't expect me to carry any of you home." He says with a broad Cheshire grin.

He picks some gravy off a finger "We did really good today I think. The Socials are alive with whats been going on...something to be proud of."

He looked around the room at the team chilling, "whos turn is it at the karaoke machine? Mine?" And up he gets. Cycles through songs before starting to belt out a few songs by ACDC. Not a carenin thr world if he sings off key.