Here's a another chapter. I know it's very short, but I'm only 2 Quarters from my degree, so the projects have gotten rather intense. Ok, Italics are thoughts. There may be some overlapping between this chapter and 5. Reviews are always fun, helpful and appreciated.

GAH! DISCLAIMER TIME: I don't own the Forgotten Realms, Wizards of the Coast does. The "Beer Song" is by "Weird" Al Yankovic. All these characters are MINE or friends'' ( You know who you are). This isn't being done for money and I'm a broke student so it'd be pointless to sue me unless ya want my student loans. That said.. Enjoy!- KuraiCatt

Makador sat back listening to the hymn of his tone-deaf followers. The other gods still had no idea what was en route to their little keg party. He laughed maniacally, almost evilly. Then the "killer bunny" hopped out and scared the female half-orc and Makador, Dwarven God of Beer with NO Dwarven Worshippers, nearly fell out of his chair. They were entraining, his mismatched followers. The two half-orcs, the gnome , his little metal thing, and the drow. One was missing. The surface elf...What's his name? Dante! That's it. Always at the Weasel Races, loosing all his gold, things he's a bard and can't hold his alcohol. CAN'T HOLD HIS BEER! Ah! They are smarter than they look.

Meanwhile at the The Weasel Inn, Dante snored away the afternoon in a puddle of drool, unaware the other had abandoned him.

Jevic grinned, happy to rid of the noisy bunch. The elf he could could live with. He couldn't magically summon beer. The elf would have to buy any alcohol he wished to consume with the others gone. Of course, there was the very likely possibility that the elf would loose all his gold to the Gnomes at the Weasel Wace Way. If the elf losses all his gold I can kick him out! Jevic's grin grew to take in his entire face. This was a win win situation.

A call from his half-orc high priest for "Holy Brew" pulled the dwarf god back to his followers in the woods. Makador smiled, sent the beer with a wave and started humming the song of his faithful.

"Beer how I really love it."

"I could kiss and hug it."

"But I'd rather chug it."

AN: Agian I'm sorry this is so short. The Jolt didn't help the plot bats, but reviews might.

So let me know what you think of this mess. KuraiCatt