I’m here struuter, and thanks. I’m not real good at posting in the pit, but I’m getting the swing of things, I think. So I hear my special talents are needed? Which one are we referring to?
Thank heavens you’re here, ChrisP! struuter wisely surmised that I am in need of some sort of assistance here…my thong has snapped off and is currently choking Coldy and my pasties are falling off left and right!
Care to give a girl a hand?
Who the hell do I have to punch out to get a damn drink around here?
(Coldfire, this thread could make you a legend. Much like Guy Stuff.)
:::kicks open doors:::
Howdy! Y’all still fightin’? Good! Just what I like to see.
:::sidles up to bar:::
Guinness, please, and some of those Wings from the Pits of Hell you served me last night. Yummy!
:::out of the corner of her eye, Persephone spies Trion’s whip, snaking toward her head–and she snags it in mid-air:::
Bad Trion! Bad! Bad!
:::cracks whip, lassoos Trion’s ankles:::
Apologize, or you land on your fanny!
:::munches wing:::
I mean it!
:::chugs beer:::
Okay, fine. :::jerks whip, Trion lands on his butt:::
Now, no more of this sneaking up on people with your whip, 'mkay?
::corners Audrey, slowly reaches out…drops ice cube in drink::
::drops other ice cube down shirt::
Wheee! That’ll learn ya t’pour slushee down my back…
struuter, no one has approached me yet. I do not fight until provoked. besides nobody is a challenge to me
::: open’s trench coat, Fingers Kitana:::
Let them come…
looks at DarkHeart from other end of bar, raises eyebrow
There can be only one…
At last THE GATHERING has come.
:::pulls out kitana:::
So it begins. Come Falcon, Let us end this…
Damn smilies!!
Dang Nabbit!!! Howsa feller suppose to git any sleep roun here? Keep the noise down you hooligans!!!
pulls his pillow back over his head
finishes glass of scotch, then stands up, removing overcoat and drawing sword
Yes, let’s finish it, DarkHeart…but in the end, I’ll be the one left standing…
throws a poke-ball out
Pikachu I choose you!!!
::reels groggily as he wipes the blood and sweat out of his eyes. Sees John Larrigan’s unconscious form half under the pool table. Gives Larrigan a kick in the kidneys::
Thanks. I appreciate it. Sorry for the fractured skull.
::Sees Persephone::
Hey, those wings don’t look half bad. Do you mind if I have a couple before I go?
::sits next to Persophone::
That’s a lovely ankle bracelet you’re wearing. Come here often?
:::throws off trench,pulls out sword:::
:::runs at Falcon,see bottle of jack sitting on bar:::
I was wondering why I never got my bottle.
:::takes swig of jack:::
Persephone sez
Ma’am, if I have offended, I apologize. It shall not happen again. Barkeep, a drink for this fine lady please.
:: tips hat ::
:: dives back into fray ::
:::looking at Falcon:::
some thing tells me that you are to happy to die today
hijacknew job congrats
Till another day Falcon.
:::turns and walks out the bar. looks back for struuter
and does not see her:::
Until next time…
*:: In an effort to get everyone to calm down, Milo puts a $5 bill in the juke box and selects “Celine Dion’s Greatest Hits” …::
C’mon everybody!
Near … far … wherever you are … I believe that the heart does, go oo-oo-oonnnnn…
::kills ** Milossarian ** ::
MAKE me a legend? What ARE you implying
Coldy pulls the plug of the Jukebox
Milo, this is a bar fight, not a Medieval Torture Session. Celine Dion is out!
breathes a sigh of relief
All hail Coldfire, slayer of the Untalented Singers!
Now gimme a drink, damn it.