<strong>~ Enio Pellegrini - "Whiskey for every ghost" ~</strong><br/><br/>He paused and looked around as laughter and comments started to come his way after his words regarding the mission. One of the guests cheered him and commented on whether his bottle was half full or half empty. Enio nodded. "This is an ages old question you're asking. But I'm undecided on the answer of that, to be honest with you. I have asked the same question on my friends before and more than once to the same person. And you know, the same guy said half empty one time, and half full at another time. You could say that both answers are right, I don't think we have doubts for this. But that only brings in the next question of why was the question asked on the first place when the question itself provided both answers to be correct. So you see, philosphers of times of yore have never come to agree on this. But my friend, I still say they have strayd away from the original question while the answer to it is just so much simpler. It all depends where the other half of the booze is, in ones own stomach, or in someone else's. In this viewpoint I can assure you all, this bottle is definitely half full." The man who asked the question laughed and asked him why would this answer be the proper one and Enio turned to the listening crowd with a surprised face. "Because as you all can testify, my ladies and gentlemen, only someone who doesn't contain the other half in his stomach will say it is half empty, for even if this man now took the bottle from me, half of it can never be his for it is in my stomach! It can only be half empty for him."<br/><br/>People laughed and lifted their glasses to a cheer. Enio bowed his head with a smile. The music shifted to a slow dance and he watched some of the youngest of the people present sour their faces as their more energetic dance and moves was put meomentarily to a halt from the change, while others happily accepted the more classical and royal style dance that matched the music. But he found it funny how the majority of them were actually struggling to dance it instead of dancing it. He eyed a classical case of when one of the pair could and the other couldn't and he chuckled.<em>I can bet my booze they are Mars born. Or 'Martians'..</em>The thought made him smile wide as looked at his bottle. "Do you feel like dancing too? Oh, well, good. You'd be stomping on my feet all the time. Let's do what we do best and kiss." He lifted the bottle again and sipped lightly from it, as delicately as before. He controlled himself very well and he was trying to do that with style!<br/>