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 Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:19 am
It suddenly stopped being a gay bar.
::An appletini alights softly on his shoulder. He picks it up and takes a sip::
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:20 am
Yes Lucifer's a great decorator... as long as someone doesn't try to change it again. rolleyes
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:20 am
*The martinis hover around Cassandra, clinking with pleasure*
Cassandra, you have apparently been missed as well. Don't spill on her!
*Martinis hover back a little*
Who is our new blue-skinned patron?
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:22 am
" Oh that's Mikaal.. Mikaal this is Lucifer.. Oh and I should let you know while you were away I quit.. just couldn't take working for Remy anymore.."
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:22 am
Mikaal Tomas. You can call me Mik. You know, I've been in a bar called the Flying Appletini once, but nothing compares to the real thing.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:23 am
This here is Mikaal Tomas. Bar critic extraordinaire...god of Bod cologne and Bow Flex.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:26 am
This is exactly why I do not offer a 401k.
*sighs and puts another notch on the bar, signifying yet another employee who could not survive Remy*
Well then, "Mik," you may have all the 'tinis you can catch. Don't goad the margaritas though, and beware the mousses. They are very high in calories and proud of it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:26 am
I'll have you know I never have to stoop to anything lower than Paco Rabanne.
::Snorts::
"Bod." Eugh. Why don't I just go around smelling like rubbing alcohol and grass clippings?
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:28 am
* grabs one the mousses*
"High in calories.. but oh so yummy.. a guilty pleasure" crying
*eats it*
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:30 am
*several mousses edge out of shadows and begin circling Cassandra*
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:30 am
**puts up a poster that reads, "NATIONAL PICK ON GAMBIT DAY"**
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:31 am
::Suddenly gets swarmed by mousse, who object to his washboard abs::
Woah! Hey!
::backs off, but the mousse advance. For far too long they have lived in the rafters, silently watching. Now, NOW is the time of the Revenge of the Mousse! They swarm in the dozens, clinking their dessert cups as they circle, darting towards mouths and not even waiting for spoons!::
What's going on?!!!
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:31 am
" No no.. one's more then enough.. this is already going to straight to my thighs as it is.."
*shoos away the other mousses*
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:33 am
::The mousse are agitated. One is never enough! They strike hard, delicious chocolate smells filling the entire bar.::
Cassie! Help me!!!
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:33 am
I've never been able to breed the agression out of them. We've tried laying down poison, laying out traps, banishing them to another universe, nothing really works, they always come back.
*shoos one of the mousses away. A small armed guard of martinis gathers around him, brandishing tiny olive-skewered swords*
Sadly, eating is the only way to get rid of them.
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