I wasn’t staring at your shirt; I was staring at your…err…let’s just stick to shirt. 
Here ya go:
::convinces the Universe in general that there is * some * finite chance of a flower having survived the bar fight::
::hands Audrey said unblemished flower::
Why, thank you, Myrr! ::sniffs flower:: Oh, it smells like Guinness!!
::smiles at Persephone::
Don’t worry, ma’am. The redder the better, I always say.
::turns to Sassy::
You two are friends are you?
::glances up at Coldfire, rotating by his pants, and starts playing TetherClog with his flashlight::
Service!
A gal leaves the room for a couple of hours and her chair gets broken… now I need a drink, a strong one!
well, that’s because it’s a Guinness flower…
…oh, who am I kidding?
I might be able to fool the hands of Fate that the flower survived, but I’m not a good enough liar to get it out beer-free…
… * this * one though:
::passes non-alcoholic flower to Audrey::
::looks for bartender::
Umm, could I get something non-flammable?
Good idea, as I’m allergic to alcohol. Even in flora form.
Y’know, seeing as this IS a bar fight, I feel obligated to contribute somehow. So…
::plucks third ice cube out of drink, and drops it down Myrr’s pants::
::flees:: WOO HOO!!
Oh that does it…you’re getting a dunk in the obligatory large trough of cold water 
…Just as soon as I get this ice out of my pants.
::gives chase, trying to shake ice out the bottom of pants::
:: snatches whip back from Kvallulf ::
I’ll take that back thankyouverymuch. It’s all fun and games until somebody loses an eye.
:: sits at bar and orders something STRONG ::
Myrr, that ice cube instantly adhered to your underwear. ::empties out cold water trough:: It won’t be shaken out no matter what, even if you do the Macarena!!!
So, you feeling a tad chilly?
You trying to get me to strip?
Well it’s a good thing that my underwear–in addition to being wedgie-proof–is also cold-resistant. Ha ha!
Oh, and by the way, every good bar has a backup trough…
dunks Audrey in backup trough
looks for can of Ice-B-Gon instant underwear-ice remover
I do have this bottle of 151, want a sip?
EEK!! Cold water!!! ::climbs out of trough::
You’re lucky my shirt isn’t white!
::picks up hammer and chisel:: You need that ice removed?
I’m * lucky * your shirt isn’t white??
Hammer and chisel? Yowww!!
::dives behind table, still trying to remove ice::
I yield, I yield!
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by Kvallulf *
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Well, sure I do…I hope I don’t get too naughty… that is pretty strong stuff!!
I know I wouldn’t mind. heheheh.
Come and sit beside me so we can share.
Should I grab a glass or are we sipping straight from the bottle?
Friends? Yes, you could say that. We seem to have a lot in common… and redheads tend to have that exponential effect. Nice flashlight…
wakes up from under a table
Hi everybody… wha’d I miss while I was out?
looks at bra on floor next to his face
::giggles:: I win!!!
All the ladies admire my flashlight, Sassy. I consider it a real attribute.
::gets yanked off his stool by John Larrigan, who tells him to leave the redheaded women to the Irishmen::
I’ll be right back, Sassy, Persephone. I just have to deal with this fellow who wants to rearrange my facial components.
::blocks a well-aimed kick and flips Larrigan onto the pool table::
Save me some wings, OK?