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 Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 12:45 pm
"Hello, and welcome to the Firebrand Bar & Grill!" a cheery voice greeted Chrystel. Owle must have stepped out of the kitchen and away from Cro at some point, cause there she was, standing in the doorway of the Firebrand and greeting the loiterer who was smoking outside on the beach.
"Please come in and have a seat, we'd be happy to serve you any food or drink you can think of!"
Though Owle made a mental note to get Samantha, Cro, or one of the dwarves to wait on this woman's table. Owle herself couldn't stand the smell of cigarette smoke, and was just glad Chrystel was downwind or her right now.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 7:41 pm
Owle Isohos "Hello, and welcome to the Firebrand Bar & Grill!" a cheery voice greeted Chrystel. Owle must have stepped out of the kitchen and away from Cro at some point, cause there she was, standing in the doorway of the Firebrand and greeting the loiterer who was smoking outside on the beach. "Please come in and have a seat, we'd be happy to serve you any food or drink you can think of!" Though Owle made a mental note to get Samantha, Cro, or one of the dwarves to wait on this woman's table. Owle herself couldn't stand the smell of cigarette smoke, and was just glad Chrystel was downwind or her right now. :: Chrystel looked up to see the woman... She quickly put out her ciggerette, and sprayed herself wiht body spray.. She walked up to the tavern and went throught he door... She sat down..:: Do you guys have Long Island Ice teas?
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:03 pm
And what to their wondering eyes should appear?
Why a man in a sleigh, and eight reindeer... Only that the sleigh was replaced with a pickup truck, there were only two reindeer, and they were in a cage in the back. Unfortunately, the Firebrand was off the beaten path and no roads lead directly to it. Fortunately, the trick has four-wheel-drive and is built Tonka tough. Behind the wheel, as it usually is when a truck fails to get where it should because the driver stopped midway to get a drink, was none other than the laidback slacker-playboy of the CI SOD; Rafe. "Booze... booze!" The driver's side door cracked open and the disheveled man stumbled out; acting like a man dying of thirst in the desert. "How very, very dry I am..." Feeling that a couple of reindeer in a pen could handle themselves for half an hour, Rafe turned up his collar, slid his sunglasses to his forehead, and dragged himself into the bar.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 6:52 am
Looking up after the door opened he sees a rather disheveled man. He waves at him and says, "Hello sir! You like you can use a brew. Me and these fine gentleman are engaging in a little drinking contest. We have been tasting the fine little drink called the Green Dragon." He looks at the guy a little bit to see if he would take the offer.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 7:41 am
"Of course we do!" Owle replied cheerily to Chrystel. At least I think we do... "Coming right up."
She went back behind the bar, searching for the right materials to make the requested drink. Before long she had returned to Chrystel's table and set the Long Island Ice Tea in front of her.
"Is there anything else you would like, or will that be all for today?"
She glanced at the disheveled man, but would have to wait a moment to attend to him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 12:03 pm
Paul begins to absent-mindedly hum a drinking song to himself, and waves his mug in time with the beat in his head. His chair begins to creak backwards from his spirited movements...at least until he realizes that it's moving backwards and swings his feet off the table to let the front legs of the chair thud into the ground. He notes the presence of the stranger but does not deign to comment on it. If the stranger was going to introduce himself, well...that's a different story altogether.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 10:36 pm
Shuffling thumps signaled the approach of the young man who was sleeping...or had been sleeping before the noise of the people below caused him to wake up.
His eyes were half-closed, his ragged clothes were shoddily pulled on, and he just looked the general mess. He slowly shuffled his way over to the bar, and pulled himself a stool. He mumbled as he spoke, for he really wasn't that much of a morning person.
"Mmmdoes anybodyhave some..some..thing to drink?"
He crossed his arms on top of the surface before proceeding to lay his head down and attempt falling asleep once more.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:10 pm
"I'm like a fish out of water," Rafe said in responce to the mention of a drinking contest; finding himself an empty seat at the bar relatively near the man that had greeted him upon entering. No use in snubbing the one guy who was nice enough, or drunk enough, to say hello.
"Drown me!"
He leaned over the bar on his elbows, looking down the length of it to see if there was a bartender hiding behind it or if it were just the waitress that seemed to be overtasked at the moment.
(( Too much stuff to do. Completely forgot I posted here until tonight. ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 7:47 pm
"You might want to be careful the Green Dragon although not as powerful as my home brew is mighty strong drink. That also has a tendency to melt through their metal cups. We are waiting on another round to be prepared. Right?" he sages looking over at the man who has been making them.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 8:01 pm
Blank stare.
Several seconds.
Continued stare.
Mouth agape.
"...aaaa-buuuuuuuuh?"
Chimpanzee?
"You trying to prove something?" the words came out alongside a leer. He had to be trying to prove something, there was no other reason why a person would tack on 'while not as powerful as' in front of something he was trying to declare would ******** someone up unless he wanted to make himself out to be a bigshot for being able to handle something that steps it up to the next level.
...that or he just loved to talk about himself, either/or.
"SHNAPPS." Rafe said loudly with an open-palmed smack to the bar. "Bottle. And some bacon... you can leave that on the side."
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 9:08 pm
"Well here what I mean. I only have a little bit so i'm not doing this often." He takes out his metallic looking flask that has a red glow coming from it. He uncaps its and takes a swig of it. He then pours out a drop onto the table and watches it burn straight through the wood, hit the floor and make a hole that goes on for about a foot into it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 9:20 pm
Rafe watched as the drink burned through the table and the floor, then stared intently at the man's chair; expecting him to s**t bricks, or cannonballs, or something completely unnatural when whatever that stuff was went straight through him and what he was sitting on.
Sadly, that didn't happen. Right when Rafe was thinking he'd have a drink and a floorshow.
"...so?" was his only responce.
'Yeah, definately trying to prove something.'
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 9:48 pm
"Then again it doesn't really matter. This stuff is poisonous. To humans at least." He caps the flask and stows it some where in the pockets of his vest. He then turns and looks directly at the stranger. "Hi, I'm Damien Olivander. What is yours?" he says holding out his bandaged hand in a gesture of greetings.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 10:07 pm
"Yeah, and this-" Rafe replied, producing a pistol and tucking the barrel firmly between his teeth, "mmf pssnss du rrbii-un."
For a moment he held it there, staring at the guy who had just poured acid down his throat... and then he tucked the pistol away again.
"Tch. Like anyone would be that stupid."
His drink hadn't come up yet... so something had to fill the space, at least.
"Yoooo~ Damien." Rafe replied to his offered handshake with a cold shoulder, instead. He didn't want any freak germs rubbing off on him or something, might end up with cancer like that. You never know what might come from getting too friendly with those types.
"I'm the magnificant superfluous gleaming example junior senior executive vice president Rafe," the string of titles seemed haphazardly thrown together with no real regard for whether or not they related to each other, "use the whole thing, please."
(( Y'know, I was about to start a conversation... then I remembered. He's a racist. ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 11:14 pm
((Annoying yes, but I'll keep hm pacified)) Someone kicked the door open!  "Guess who got kicked the F*^$ out of the stadium ladies and gents! Free drinks on the house, my treat!!! But you'll have get them on the roof, because if they're F&^&#xin;g on the house, they have to be F&#$ing on the house! AAAAAAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! AAHHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA!" His voice was like nails on a chalkboard, long, thick, rusty, nails. stare He looked around as he closed the door gently, making sure their was barely a sound at it's closing, though shifting his eyes about. "No honestly, I only have three f^$&#xin;g credits, give me all the booze I can drink on three F#@&#xin;g credits! I'll have to get the flies to hunt me some more spare change."He walked over to the end of the bar, finding the closest possible seat to Damien, his foul body odor wafting across the bar. "THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND! Nice F#$@ing place ya got here B$%@#$!"Outside there would be a great deal more insects than usual, but they would remain outside. Leo's mood: Joyous and inspired
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