Why am I always late with the holidays? I mean... St. Patrick's day was a couple weeks ago!

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Father Anderson stumbled down the hallway, finishing up his song.

"Once the Bishop looked grave at your jest, Till this remark set him off wid the rest: "Is it lave gaiety all to the laity? Cannot the clergy be Irishmen, too?"

He chuckled at his more then slightly drunken rendition of Father O'Flynn. It was St. Patrick's Day, and he had celebrated it the same way as Irishmen the world over where doing... by getting completely smashed. Somewhere, some small, sober portion of his brain was saying that he would have a MASSIVE hangover in the morning, but right now he was too drunk to care.

Father Maxwell peeked his head out of his office, his hands firmly clamped over his ears. Father Anderson was very well known for his singing voice. In fact it had once been quite accurately compared to swinging a cat by its tail and hitting the poor thing against a wall repeatedly. The pope himself had ordered that Anderson never be allowed to be in the church choir, in fear of windows and chandeliers breaking and hurting people.

Seeing Anderson in his current state, Maxwell's eyebrow arched. Well... wine was used for the sacrament after all...

With a start, he quickly ducked back into his door before the paladin saw him.

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Heinkel turned the corner, coming face to face with the drunk priest. "Why, hallo thar! 'appy St. Patrick's day!"

Wait... crap! St. Paddy's day and he'd seen her! It wasn't that Anderson was violent drunk, disregarding how he was sober, or that he was even a disagreeable one. We was, in fact, the opposite. He was the nicest drunk Heinkel had ever met, she hated it. When he was sober, he was a force to be reckoned with, and could inspire fear into any heathen, but when he was like this... she suspected that he would offer them a drink.

Walking up to her, Anderson's arms suddenly shot out and wrapped around her, trapping her in a hug. She sighed, yes she liked drinking as much as any native born German, but this was too much. "Happy St. Patrick's day Father Anderson." As soon as she had been let go, she rushed off, she needed a drink, and to warn Yumiko.

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Anderson walked, well... stumbled into his office. He bumped into his desk, several times, on the way to his chair. Sitting down, he looked at his desk... was there something he should be doing? It was something he thought up in the bar... Oh yes! Now he remembered!

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BRING! BRING! Alucard looked down in surprise, almost no one knew the number to THIS line... Reaching out he picked it up.

"HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY YOU UNDEAD BASTARD!"

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Yeah, this came to me a little while back, I was just too lazy to type it up. Anyway, review it if its not too much trouble.

Oh, and for anyone who cares, I turn 18 in 2 days.