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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aris Dragonborn" data-source="post: 3323355" data-attributes="member: 18434">I wasn't able to get much work done on my story this time around, as I came down with a nasty virus that knocked me flat for the better part of the weekend. Here's the little I came up with.It all started on St. Patrick’s Day.I was at my favorite watering hole, the Green Clover, with my friends. We were knocking back a few beers after work, enjoying the holiday, and looking forward to the rest of the weekend. The topic of conversation at the moment was “What Would You Do If You Won The Lottery?” This was a popular subject, one that was brought up every so often. After all, everyone loved to dream about hitting it big. “So, Danny, what would you do if you were a millionaire?” Sean asked. I drained my glass, and then waved to a waitress for another. Like everyone else at the bar, I had given this a fair bit of thought. “Well, the first thing I’d do is pay off all my parents debt,” I said. “Then, I’d buy myself a nice house in the country somewhere – nothing too big, mind you.” I paused as the waitress brought me a fresh beer. I thanked her with a smile and a wink, and took a long pull before I continued. “And near a lake, I think. Somewhere I can go fishing or boating whenever I wish.” I took a thoughtful sip, and finished, “And I’d buy myself a nice car – or a truck perhaps. Brand new, leather interior and all the bells and whistles you can think of.”“Ah, Danny, such a simple soul you are,” Kathy said, laughing. “Don’t you want to see the world? Travel across Europe; see the sights, as it were?”“Not our Danny!” said Kevin. “Now me, I’d invest that money. Maybe start up a company and make even more money. How’s that sound, Danny?”“Like it’s more trouble than it’s worth,” I replied with a laugh. “For you, it may be all right, but for a ‘simple soul’ such as myself, it’d be more than I could handle, I’m afraid.” We had a good laugh at that.  I drained my beer, and once again looked around for a waitress. Seeing that none were available, I made my way to the bar to order a pitcher. As I drew near, I was astonished to see a midget standing upon the bar, dressed as a leprechaun. What a wonderful thing to do on St. Patrick’s Day! I bellied up to the bar and ordered a beer, my friends momentarily forgotten. I watched with amusement as the leprechaun danced up and down the bar, pausing only long enough to toast others standing at the bar.</blockquote>

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