::backs away cautiously::
So, umm, whatcha gonna do with that ice there, Myrr?
:grabs bottle of liquor and two glasses:
Self-service is the only way to go here, apparently.
You sure got a purdy whip, cowboy. 
picks self off of beer soaked floor, watches as Trion picks massive wedgie
Don’t you worry about a thing miss. swoops AudreyK into arms and dashes up to second floor balcony. Swings from chandelier back into fight
Engarde Myrr21! pulls out light sabre
** Sits at bar. Hands whip to Globe-trotter. Takes drink. **
[cowboy] Thank ya kindly little lady. [/cowboy]
So. How do you plan to use that whip? 
leans over and whispers in Trion’s ear
There. That’s what I plan to do with the whip.
Shadowfox slowly comes to and finds herself laying face down on the stage in a puddle of beer…
"What in the hell?
Looks down and discovers her top is missing…
“Oops!”
Grabs a rather nice looking leather jacket off of the floor, shakes off the beer and peanuts, and then puts it on. Then she stumbles over to what is left of the bar.
“Hey! Barkeep! You got some aspirin?”
Daintily shakes broken glass out of her hair and looks over at Coldfire with an evil grin.
“Call me a bimbo…you just wait, Boy!”
GT -
Oh - My - God.
- Pours himself another drink despite the shaking hands. Downs the drink in one gulp. *
Tell me more.
::: pokes head through door :::
[perky voice] Hi everybody! What’d I miss? [/perky voice]
::: batting eyelashes innocently :::
sunshine, stay behind me, this could get nasty!
Walks in, look of utter confusion as ChrisP and AudreyK swoop through the air, Globetrotter fondles Trion’s whip and Coldfire stands-drenched in beer and motioning for his next opponant to step forward
Does anybody have a light? My skin-tight mini doesn’t have any pockets…
ducks as chair sails through the air, hitting a dart board
:: pounding John Larrigan with his flashlight::
I – just – want – to – know – where – the – FREAKIN’ – HIGHWAY – is!
And gimme a beer while we’re at it!
slowly comes to
Dammit, I need JD! STAT!
whaps Coldfire repeatedly about the head That’s for those comments last night about my heaving chest! (yes, I know I started it. I need to hit on SOMEONE!)
discovers more ice cubes, and looks at ChrisP with a wicked gleam in her eye
kneeing Dave in the Ribs
Down one mile…
Banging Daves head off the pool table
left at the junction and on for another 3 blocks
*wiping his own blood from his nose
You cant miss it
*collapses
::: swoons from all the violence :::
Damn! All that testosterone is making me dizzy!
nudges Globetrotter and Sunshine
What is that pole on the stage for?
:: walks into bar, looks around. Finds last unbroken chair and table and moves it to middles of bar…:::
::speaking low in a calm voice:: bar tender. I need a bottle of Jack.
::whipes out evil red lightsaber::
Don’t make me cut off your hand!
::throws ice cube as distraction, does perfect doublet, stopping inches from ChrisP One Kenobe’s chest::
Ha HA!!
::ducks, rolls, and continues to chase Audrey with two remaining ice cubes::
::: sitting up from swoon :::
What’s that you say, struuter? There’s a pole?
::: straightening schoolgirl uniform :::
adopts psuedo-innocent expression
Yeah…right over there. I think we might be safer up there. Care to join me? Just let me unbutton my blouse a little. It’s hot in here.