sent him a gift and a card. He didn't really know how else to wish him a happy birthday.

appreciates the card but thinks he could come get drunk with him if he wanted.

had enough bad experiences with getting drunk.

shrugs his loss.

just hopes he enjoys it.

more than whilling to get drunk with Australia~

*willing.

would completely enjoy his company and sends Scotland a text with the bar he's at so he can come by.

wastes no time getting there, already a little cheerful from celebrating at the Australian bar in Edinburgh. ((It exists 8D;;; )) An arm_

goes over the kids shoulder, 'You Australian's sure know how to celebrate, wee'in.'

happy to see him and glad he's celebrating too. "Thanks, mate! Here have a beer, straight from the tap." He sets a glass

in front of Scotland and grabs one himself from the passing waitress. "Cheers!"

holds up his glass, 'Cheers.' He throws it back, downing the glass in one. 'Much better. It's sweltering in here.'

((Can I butt in? >w<)

(( yes XD )) "I know! So many people, 's a good day!" He downs his as well and signals the barkeep for more. "'ow 'er you doin' Greg?"

's drunk-but-smiling head pops up from behind the bar. 'How'd I end up 'ere?' He clambers over and falls to the floor by the Australian_

and Scot.

laughs at Brett's stumbling. "I duno either, mate but try notta die. Ya ok?" He helps him back up. ((I'll wait for Scotty to respond =D ))

((/awkward timezone >~< ))

blinks, helping Australia heave Brett up. He doesn't have much of a chance to answer Australia as he checks Brett over, partly amused. 'Been

doing fine, yourself mate?'

((I think we do well for 3 completely different time zones! XD ))

uses them both to lean on. He doesn't interrupt their conversation further, and instead just sways as he continues drinking from his glass_

bottle, which he skilfully didn't spill at all!

(( hahaha!!! XD It's all good that's the good thing about plurk ))

watches Brett warily thinking he might not need any more to drink and thinks about taking the -

one he's holding from him. "Yea, yea all good 'ere."

laughs at the fact that Brett didn't spill a drop. He was a chip off the old block. Taking the bottle rather nimbly from Brett's hand, he_

attempts to prop the other up a little more. 'I'm curious as to how you've been spending your evening Brett.'

slow to respond, but laughs until he realises his drink has gone! 'Wha-? Where-?' he looks around. 'Oh, Brett's been drinkin' cause it's_

AUSTRALIA DAY!' He cheers, 'An' Alex is celebrating, so Brett celebr-where'd my drink go?'