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 Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:18 am
*She shrugs her shoulders and gives him a really convincing innocent look.*
I'm just guessing in all honestly. Maybe you would know what type of party this Remy would throw more than me?
*Takes a sip of her glass.* Your wife is a lucky lady.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:23 am
Remy spends most of his time accusing me of being mentally retarded. What he considers entertainment could be hanging from the rafters by his intestines for all I know.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:29 am
*Arches a brow in amusement. Not at all disgusted by the graphic terminology.*
I guess that's a guy thing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:38 am
It's a Remy thing. Do you want a drink or are you just gonna stand there posing?
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:43 am
*Holds her wine glass of a deep red liquid up for Wally to see.*
Posing? This isn't posing.
*Puts her hat back on, tugging the rim down low and puts her Umbrella on the ground so she's leaning on it. She leans on it and strike a Vogue pose with the glass close to her face.* This is a pose to die for, darling. *Does an impression of an English lady. All proper sounding.*
*Grins and slips around the bar and finishes her glass.* If you feel like mixing drinks I won't complain.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:47 am
Heh, you indy gals, always trying to find a way to get your boobs and your butt into the same shot.
*mixes up a lime ricky*
Kyle had a theory that you guys had your torsos surgically detached from your hips. That true?
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:51 am
*She laughs lightly at that, hooking her umbrella to the end of the bar.* Well I must be the first to say we look mighty damn fine doing it. We do it so much better than the girls from larger demensions. At least in my opinion. *Gives a playful wink.*
*Gives him a horror filled gasp.* Now now, you must know that a girl can NEVER give away her secrets. *Muses her hair dramatically.* It isn't good for ones image.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:55 am
*Walks in and searches for a beer*
Can someone define Gentlemen's Night...
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:58 am
*Grins at Wally before looking to Gleason.*
A lot of big busty women taking their clothing off in a really really naughty way.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:02 pm
...maybe hockey and beer while wearing top hats and monocles, I dunno.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:03 pm
*Glances between them both*
Yeah. Both good options. Sign me up for all that.
*Vigilantly turns behind him before keep on walking*
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:06 pm
You indy folks are so twitchy. neutral
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:09 pm
*Giggles lightly at Wally's hockey statement.*
*She arches a brow at Wally.* What do you mean by twitchy?
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:11 pm
*Walks in the front door and looks curiously at Gleason.* Sign you up for what, Gleason?
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