Author's Notes: Written for the LJ community tammy-drabbles, prompt #65 – "So long, and thanks for all the..."
"Fare Thee Well"
It's not a special occasion for the Riders if there isn't a loss of decorum.
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The table swayed only a little when he climbed onto it. Straightening to his full height, Evin raised his glass, eyeing both the sloshing wine in his own and those at his feet.
"And lastly to my group, the lovely ladies and gallant gentlemen I have had the pleasure of leading these many years past, through peril most dangerous, danger most thrilling, thrills most victorious, victories most glorious, glories most—"
"Don't forget all the women!"
He set his jaw briefly and carried on. "Glories most celebrated—"
"Yes, getting stuck in that swamp down south was worth a party," someone else added acerbically, sparking more titters among the entire assemblage of the Queen's Riders.
With a pointed clearing of his throat, Evin hoisted his glass higher. "To my group of fearless Riders, I say so long, and thanks for—"
The mess hall exploded in sudden laughter. Evin looked down at his chest at the splat of something both noxious and unidentifiable that had come from the direction where his former group was seated. Very calmly, he lowered his glass and took a rather large gulp while the cheers died down. He raised it for what he was determined to make the last time, hoping this wasn't a sign of what was to come during his tenure as Commander.
"So long and good riddance, you thankless litter of curs!"
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