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 Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 10:27 pm
*goes to the bar to hunt for some cabana boys. No one in sight. Another unsuccessful night of "cougaring". Let's out a long sigh and lights a cigarette.
Damn I wore my good clothes for what?
*Finishes up cigarette and doesn't order a drink, it's cheaper to drink at home, especially when there's no one doing the buying.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 10:32 pm
::Maune goes behind the bar and starts cleans one of the bar glasses::
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 11:45 pm
*goes back to the bar because I forgot my Prada bag. Sees life behind the counter eek
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 11:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 1:28 am
barkeep, I'll have a sex on the beach with extra sugar on the rim, yum!
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 9:34 am
Can I have a Sam Adams? o-o
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 1:57 pm
*geezernaps spider20 and hands over an employment form to fill out*
Do it. Nao. We need another cabana boy.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 10:09 pm
::Maune tosses a glass in the air and quickly makes Alexis Arquette a sex on the beach with lots sugar on the rim and hands it to her:; There you are.
::Maune then quickly takes out a glass mug and fills it up with Sam Adams and hands it to Spider:; There you are.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:50 am
Excellent, Maune. I should check your blood pressure. It's been awhile. We need to have all our help in tiptop shape to cater to the needs of our clientele. wink
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 10:48 pm
*strolls into the Cabana and looks around a moment. Seeing the bar she makes her way around the tables and sits on one of the bar stools*
Pardon, can I get a tall vodka sour cran?
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 10:06 am
*runs around in her birthday suit*
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 8:58 pm
She comes in wearing nothing but some cowboy boots,
Maybe a smile and that's all,
If it's a crime, then let me do the time,
There ought to be a law about the way she looks,
That's my baby ~ In the Raw... The Storm
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 10:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:22 am
rofl *looks around for cowboy boots*
I know they're around here somewhere. Is it hot in here or is it just me?
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 11:32 pm
Just you, Bandi.
*Slips in to her office through the shadows with Lily in tow.* Out with it. *Lily's frown deepens, then she takes a deep breath, glaring at Brat. Her sentences explode out of her and Brat can barely piece it all together.* Did I catch this right, Lily. Someone yeasted your apple cider vinegar and now you have a cellar full of wine? I'm guessing this is your special recipe stuff and you were expecting to ship it out to your cafe friend. Not the end of the world. *Lily shoots her another glare, muttering about forced goodness and dual personalities. Grimacing, Brat ignores her complaint and continues.* Pierre is the person you needed to see, but he's away right now, some business with Jack. No, I can't say. Just give me your spare key and I'll take care of it. *She takes the key and sends Lily off to get some rest.*
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