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 Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 12:27 pm
Brendanie *reaches into her big bag and yells* ALRIGHT, NOBODY MOVE! *blinks and freezes, mid glass-drying*
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 4:22 pm
*hand still in bag*
Don't make me use this!
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 4:45 pm
*wonders* what could it be?
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 5:17 pm
Bring me some food and no one will get hurt.
*stares at the bartendress*
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 8:00 pm
Brendanie Bring me some food and no one will get hurt. *stares at the bartendress* *tosses a Hot Pocket and says* Catch.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 8:02 pm
*with the speed of lightning, a shot rings out, and the hot pocket disintegrates*
*but wait, that weird chick still has her hands in the bag*
EeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeK! GUN!!!!!!!!!
Oh yeah, I AM the weird chick.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 8:04 pm
Brendanie *with the speed of lightning, a shot rings out, and the hot pocket disintegrates* *but wait, that weird chick still has her hands in the bag* EeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeK! GUN!!!!!!!!! *looks around the bar with a very annoyed look on her face* Now look people, I just spent two hours washing and HAND DRYING all these glasses! If any of them break, you ALL are out on your ear!
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 8:06 pm
*suddenly, a shot rings out and shoots the glass from the Bartendress's hand*
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Gun!!!!!!!!!!11
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 8:09 pm
Brendanie *suddenly, a shot rings out and shoots the glass from the Bartendress's hand* Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Gun!!!!!!!!!!11 *glares at Groovy as she makes her way out from behind the bar and toward her table at a steady and determined rate of speed*
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 8:16 pm
Get away from me, you scary biotch!
*runs into the bathroom and locks the door*
5 minutes pass.
Loud squealing noises emit from behind the heavy oaken door.
*scene setter - the bar is really old, with tin ceilings, and heavy oak doors*
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 8:19 pm
*stands in the middle of the bar dumfounded, as the noises get increasingly louder from the bathroom*
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 8:32 pm
*strolls on in, appraises the situation and wanders into the bathroom*
(Two minutes pass and things are quiet again)
*throws the rest of the box of Exlax to the bartenderess extraordinaire and says "if she acts up again-give her more of these" and strolls out the door leaving the rest of the patrons amazed at the lengths a little constipation can drive a person to"
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 9:19 pm
*A chocolate colored snowball gets thrown from the bathroom and catches the redhead on the back.*
Take that!!! Now, if you don't mind, I'd like another green drink please. I am just going over here in this booth. Bartendress, I suggest you not continue your hot pocket skeet shooting games in here, or I will have to call the cops.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 9:23 pm
Hey now, ladies... no need to be flinging poo balls at each other.
I am right here, come on over here and sit on my lap, you feisty bartendress! I like your decollatage a LOT.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 11:57 am
Now Brendan, you know that TomasSilverloc might be a bit miffed if I cozied up in your lap *winks and returns to her bar to tidy up the broken glass*
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