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 Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 8:29 pm
Yeppers.. Ihm juhst Peeeeachy!
*Grins at Piper.*
*Lights a lighter to Jeans song.*
(dang laptop.)
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 8:37 pm
::Heaves Chesty onto a bar stool, then struts over to the stage::
Okay, as promised...
Billy Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered around and started talkin'
That's when Billy would take me walkin'
Out through the back yard we'd go walkin'
Then he'd look into my eyes
Lord knows, to my surprise
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was
::sways like Dusty Springfield a couple times::
Bein' good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin' to me
He'd come'n tell me "Everything is all right"
He'd kiss and tell me "Everything is all right"
Can I get away again tonight?
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was
How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin' kisses from me on the sly
Takin' time to make time
Tellin' me that he's all mine
Learnin' from each other's knowin'
Lookin' to see how much we've grown and
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man!
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man!
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was
He was the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man!
Oh, he was the son of a preacher man...
He was the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man...
::takes a staggary bow and slides off the stage::
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 8:45 pm
*Is placed onto a stool and finishes her green drink. Totally sloshed.*
*taps her foot along with the song Piper sings.*
*claps as Piper slips from the stage.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 8:47 pm
Chesty, babe, you look wasted. And I mean that in the kindest possible way.
::sips a fresh beer::
See, this is why men stick to beer instead of hard liquor. Other than having to go to the bathroom all the time, there's less chance of...actually, if you will excuse me..
::heads to the bathroom::
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 8:48 pm
*applauds the performance*
Great job!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 8:52 pm
Eh, If ya wanna get bloody sloshed might as well go to the hard stuff to get there.
*Slips her elbows onto the bar, leaning back.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 8:58 pm
::returns::
Oh my God, the men's bathroom here is like the foulest cesspool pit I've ever seen in my life, and I've been to Apokalips. Please tell me the women's isn't that bad.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 9:02 pm
*She snickers at Piper's description of the cesspool.*
I haven't really been in the girls bathroom, maybe I should check it out.
*Hops off her stool and heads to the bathroom. Though more like stumbles over while trying to look graceful about it.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 9:04 pm
::calls after her::
Shout if you need someone to hold your hair back, honey!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 9:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 9:13 pm
Dang. Just when I need Chesty to run an inspection for me.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 9:16 pm
*Walks up to Piper.*
How you doin'? I'm Luke.
*Offers his hand.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 9:19 pm
Hello, Luke. I'm Billy McPhee. The redhead on the dance floor is Marcy McRealboobs, and Chesty LeRoux is in the can. Can I get you a beer? Or six?
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 9:19 pm
Come to think about it I don't think I've ever been in the ladies room either.
HI Luke
*staggers to the bar and takes a seat on a stool*
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 9:21 pm
Yeah, I could do with a beer.
*Sees Jean.*
How you doin', girl? Don't even send a brother a card when you get all alive an' s**t again?
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