::: fanning herself :::
Mmm, yes it is hot. Let me just fix my shirt here…
::: unbuttons blouse dangerously low and ties shirttails up, showing belly button :::
Give me a hand up, will you, struuter? It’s hard to climb in this little bitty skirt!
pulls Sunshine up on stage before pitcher of stale beer crashes into her
You know, you might have an easier time if you take off that dreaded thong. That’s what I did and I feel much better.
Wow…we’ve got quite a view from here.
:::looks up at Sunshine and struuter and totaly forgets about bottle of Jack:::
(taking struuter’s advice…)
::: strips down to sequined thong and pasties :::
I try to keep a little modesty. 
jumps between Sunshine and crowd
Heavenstobetsy girl! This is supposed to be a respectable establishment! You go and do something like that and all these people are going to think we’re up here to…
looks down at Dark Heart and smiles
got a light?
Struuter and Sunshine, instead of staying on the bar floor, why don’t we just go check into one of those rooms upstairs. I can’t guarantee if it will get any cooler though.
trying hard not stare at boobies
::: pulls out zippo, offers to struuter :::
So what’s it take to get a private “dance”?
{{hijack}}
CHRISP! You know better than to use ::insert action here:: anymore! That’s a no-no. I just thank goodness that you didn’t use the dreaded three letter word.
So…how do they look? OH…you were looking at Sunshine. Yeah, pretty nice. But that pasty is coming loose.
What are you talking about a 3 letter word? Am I not politically correct? And yes I’m staring at yours as well.
ChrisP,
I was referring to the “fun-Nazi” you blasted in the pit. LOL. Ooops. That was awesome.
DarkHeart,
Private dance? ducks as mug with arm still attached soars over her head What did you have in mind?
From a bar fight to a strip tease in only 230 posts.
sniff I’m so proud.
:::looking very slowly at struuter:::
What ever fate has in store.
::: picking pastie up off floor and trying to get it stuck back on, muttering :::
How am I supposed to be modest when these darn pasties keep falling off? Next thing you know the thong will break next time I bend over…
Hmmmm. Nice line.
catches flying beer bottle and hurls it back into the mix, winces when she hears it make contact with someone’s head
What else can you do with that mouth?
pulls Sunshine out of line of fire; chair crashes and splinters over stage
skids through the door babbling
…sorry I’m late I had…
goggles at all the destruction and carnage
picks his way to the bar, carefully avoiding flying bottles and flying bras
Bartender. I need a gin bastard.
takes the drink, chugs it down, and makes his way out again, shaking his head all the way
:::standing up and grabbing struuter, slowly bringing her closer:::
I will show you things you can only dream of.
watches as Sunshine’s g-string pops, shoots across the room and coils itself around Coldfire’s neck
Uh…ChrisP? I’m thinking Sunshine’s needing the kind of help that you’re soooooo good at giving. Whoops, there goes another pasty.
looks DarkHeart in the eye and smiles Is that a promise, or a threat?
I leave that up to you to decide.
Aaacckk! Somebody rescue Coldy before my thong strangles him!
Yoo-hoo…ChrisP? Where are you?
::: pathetically holds remaining pastie in front of self :::
DarkHeart,
You know, just to keep the thread along the lines of the OP you should probably punch somebody. (Not me, of course…)
But just so this doesn’t turn into a blatant sex-fest. Yet.
Hand me that bottle of Jack so I can conk somebody and I’ll wait for you while you exhibit your male prowess. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got plans for you…
watches as someone slips on a misplaced pasty