Do I have to put my thigh highs back on?:dubious: 
wobbles downstairs with flattened hairdo Well, that was… really something. I need another margarita. * wanders towards the wet bar*
lighting cigarette That Davebear, he’s really somethin’. deep drag Yep. It’s almost enough to make a girl go straight.
You took them off? 
Oh, that’s right. I took them off. I almost forgot. 
Hey, Malacandra, not all the hot chicks are upstairs, you know! And girls always love guys who know how to play instruments. It implies things, you know. Skills. Knowledge of how to really handle a…n…instrument. And stuff.
Davebear, you silly thing. I wasn’t giving you the cold shoulder or being bitchy. I meant the Thank You because you seemed so glad to see me! And I really wanted a hug. (Ok, and a kiss, and whatever else I can get, but you know what I mean.) I was not in any way trying to be obnoxious.
Oh, good. If you’re done with him, I think Dave said something about showing me his whip…
(since I’m heterosexual already but really more bent than straight :))
You took off my thigh highs? Were you taking pity on me?
Maybe we should form a line and take numbers. What do you think? Or can a guy other than Davebear volunteer to entertain us in the meantime?
That ain’t what I’d call it, hun, but sure! Whatever you need taken out on you, I bet that I can handle.
Hey! I call dibs!
No, it’s okay. You’re looking a little tipsy to be tottering around on six inch heels. Just open a couple more buttons on that bustier, and we’ll call it even.
Awwwww! You’re just sayin’ that 'cause it’s true.
Nice job. The check’s in the mail. But, I’m makin’ no promises about cumming in your mouth.
:eek: I had no idea you swung both ways!
Hey, Mal! How about a two part version of Bugler’s Holiday? We’ll show the ladies some triple-tongueing, and then show them how useful a skill that really is.
I’m sorry, sweetie. {{{{{{SFT}}}}}} I am thrilled beyond words that you could join us. 
*Dave sweeps SFT into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around her slender body. Gazing deeply into her eyes, he traces the line of her cheek, her jaw, then gently tilts her chin as he leans in to brush his lips, feather soft, across hers. As fiery chills run down his spine, he pulls back, to show her the passion smouldering in his eyes. Slowly he leans in again, this time to kiss her soft, sweet lips more firmly, hungrily, searchingly. As her lips part to let out a soft moan, he inhales it as the life-giving force it is, then sweeps her up and turns for the stairs. *
Sorry, Bete. This young lady in my arms has a prior claim.
I’ve got ticket number one in my pocket, and it’s yours. You aren’t going to be needing any other entertainment for a while.
Does dibs mean nothing anymore? What is the world coming to?
Oh well. Unless I could persuade Speaker to share…?
Speaker?
Searching, rather.
Triple-tonguing, eh? :dubious: Okay…
takes deep breath and goes tikiti-tikiti-tikiti through a rather ambitious cadenza
Yep, this tongue can do other stuff as well 
But meanwhile… DB, if you’re not too preoccupied for a spot more flugel, I’ll sing the first couple verses and we’ll busk it from there. You must know this one…
Oh, the shark has
Pretty teeth, dear,
And he show them
Pearly white
Just a jack knife
Has old MacHeath, dear;
And he keeps it
Out of sight…
Looks around intending to discuss tonguing and horn-blowing with SearchingForTruth, and realizes that once again DaveBear has got there first :rolleyes:
Sad isn’t it? First, no goat-felching in a Pit thread, and now this. But, you’re next, if SFT doesn’t kill me.
What’s with the dubious look? I thought every trumpeter learned Bugler’s Holiday. I LOVE that piece. I have at least three recorded versions of it. Raphael Mendez, Al Hirt with the Boston Pops, and The President’s Own (The Marine Corps Drum & Bugle Corps). Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever really played it on the flugel, though. It should be interesting, though.
And, it was a happy day, for both myself and the future-Mrs-and-Ex-Mrs-Bear, when I discovered one can triple-tongue while sucking, as well as while blowing. First time I ever heard her scream.
Bravo! Nice rip, on that cadenza.
Y’know when that shark bites
With his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows,
Starts to spread
Fancy gloves, though
Wears ol’ Mac Heath, dear
So, there’s never!
Never a trace of red…
I love Mac the Knife! It used to be my bar song. And, if anyone ever managed to get me drunk enough to do karaoke, it would probably be the song I’d pick to sing.
And, sorry about the ladies. Ya gotta be quick! But, there are still lots of lovelies available.
No worries, DB. Can’t keep the ladies waiting
As to the :dubious:, I’ve only been blowing this thing for… oooh… bit less than a year and a half. But a guy does his best
Now, singing, on the other hand: hits a cojones-laden A off the bottom of the bass stave and warbles up a three-octave chromatic scale… I’ll cheerfully sing Mac the Knife sober
On the sidewalk
Sunday morning
Lies a body
Oozin’ … hmm-hmm…
Someone sneakin’
Round the corner -
Could that someone
Be Mac the Knife? :eek:
launches into wild improv while DB picks up the verse about the tugboat.
C’mon, someone must have a tea-chest, a broom handle, a hinge and four feet of string, surely?
Hell, I had no idea that I swung both ways!:eek:
Ah. Sorry, dude. I’ve been playing, on and off, for about 35 years (Yikes! I hadn’t done the math, recently.). Mostly off, for the last ten, so I doubt I’d be very good, at this point.
:dubious: You don’t think I’ve seen that one, before? Besides, which of the lovely ladies do you think is going to volunteer to get naked and serve as the bait? Of course, with the right bait, I’ll gladly walk into the trap. And spring it, myself!
See how much you learn, by hanging around with me?
Not as a trap! As a bass! Unless someone happens to be toting a string bass already, in which case we’re laughing. But if no-one’s brought one, five minutes with a screwdriver and off we go.
Sheesh, some guys are so suspicious… just 'cos they go cornering all the babes, while the rest of us are keeping the music going.
gears up for the last verse…
Weeelllll, that Jenny Diver!
Suky Taudry!
Lottie Lenya!
And Lucy Brown!
Oh, that line forms
On the right, babe,
Now that MacHeath’s,
MacHeath’s back in town
- Back in towwwwwn!!!
LookoutoldMacky’sback!!
mops brow, looks around for a refill
Nah, I’m not a fan of that stuff anyway. Thigh highs, high heels, complicated lingerie - fuggedaboutit. Nice, simple, comfortable - that’s always better.
Whew. Did I ever mention how much I like you?
Hear that Davebear? She likes me! And in your pit party nonetheless. You probably should have tried harder to scare me away earlier. Now it’s just to late