I will.

Have a wonderful time, Miss Bear... it's been a real honour and a privilege getting to know you.

*pours out a big helping of Jameson's, lighting two cloves and balancing one on the edge of the ashtray, as though you had just nipped out for a moment. And then he goes and puts on a new song... a travelling song*


There's a house somewhere I know where's the fire's burning all night long
There's a swing outside on the porch where I feel like I could
Rock away the dusk until the dawn
And even though the wind may be howlin'
The stars are bright and they push me on and on


Chorus:
There's a half moon risin' in the south eastern skies
There's a cold wind blowing across the great divide
And the stars they guide my way across the night
There's a half moon rising
It's pushin' me on to another mountain top
Push me on, no no I'll never stop, push me on home
There's a half moon rising in the south eastern skies tonight

Now the shoes on my feet, those soles broken down
And my coat is tattered and worn
And the hunger in my belly, and the fever in my head
Will vanish 'ere my first glimpse of home
And even though the rain may now be fallin'
The passion is deep and pushes me on

[Chorus]

There's a still at dawn like the sound of your loves breath
As she lies sleeping
Down below me now in the valley
is the only piece on earth that I ever want to know
And her lips are as soft as I remember
She alone has brought me back on home

[Chorus]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3Yeum4AaDw

*raises his glass to you, smiling and wishing you well*

*Stops in mid bend for her bags, her ears flicking back to the music. Her determined grimace becomes a beam of joy at the strum of banjos. The scent of her favorite smoke in the air straightens her as she looks back to you. She can't help it... she turns around for one last inhale, and a sip of the whiskey while the song plays, claws tapping along on the bar, glad to be in the company of such a gentlemanly dragon.

The song ends, and she sighs with a wide smile, her eyes twinkling from the thought of finally "going home". She looks at you, and feels a tug of remorse. There's never enough time, it seems. *

Honey, you have no idea. One day, I need to tell you the story of what it took to have this happen. But for now....

*She leans up to your scaled cheek and leaves a kiss there, even herself unsure of the meaning. The clove is put out, but she leaves the whiskey unfinished. A promise of return.

Her hands find the jukebox once more time, and the song plays on as she picks up her bags and strolls out the door, moving only a little bit slower than she had before.

But now, she's smiling.*

Its quarter to three,
Theres no one in the place cept you and me
So set em up joe
I got a little story I think you oughtta know

Were drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I know the routine
Put another nickel in that there machine
Im feeling so bad
Wont you make the music easy and sad

I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

Youd never know it
But buddy Im a kind of poet
And Ive got a lot of things I wanna say
And if Im gloomy, please listen to me
Till its all, all talked away

Well, thats how it goes
And joe I know youre gettin anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didnt mind
My bending your ear

But this torch that I found
Its gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road




http://video.google.com/videoplay?d.....47361579833199

*the old dragon's eyes shine with pleasure as you turn back for one more song. The touch of your lips upon his cheek cause him to blush and smile warmly, gently. As you walk from the bar he watches you go, watches you turn away as your last song comes to an end. Glances down at that undrunk whiskey, at the unsmoked clove... then sees you walk out, head high... unable to see the smile on your face, but somehow knowing it's there.

*After you have passed through the door, he turns back to the bar... and finishes his smoke, then drains the glass and puts it down. And then he stands up and stretches before picking up your unfinished drink and your clove, and heading out himself... taking them home, to keep them for when you might next be around... whenever that might be.

*And when he steps out into the cool night air, beneath the stars, the old drake is smilin', and feeling mighty young himself.

*Clawfalls echo down the street, into the distance. A light fog swirls. Pan away. Silence Fade to black.*

i will hun

I'm gonna smoke ALL YOUR CLOVES.

And when I do, I'll think of you :) Good luck and keep in touch!

Hey! Give me some too! :3

Hey, I think of you every time I open my sketch book. Miss you. Cant wait to sketch jam again ^^

Babe, you know you're not leaving right? It's just a long vacation, and all your friends are always just a call away if you need us. :3

Take care, keep growing, and...

PARTY HARD! :D