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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 12:55 pm
"You mean you aim better when you are drunk?" Bigfoot asks.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 1:01 am
"No, I mean to scare them when I miss their heads...My aim gets worse whe I'm drunk."
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 8:38 am
"Oh. Ok..." Bigfoot says, continuing to drink his rum bottle.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:17 am
Natasha smiles, having another swig of her rum.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 2:54 pm
"I'll have to say though I'm better at smashing stuff when..." Bigfoot says, stopping as he remember that he cant get drunk any more.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:57 am
Natasha grins and returns her daggers to their various places on her body.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 7:32 am
"I only wish I could get drunk again." Bigfoot says, "But I guess I can live without it."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 11:29 am
Natasha smiles. "Being drunk isn't that great...it's usually when I start killing people by accident."
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 7:12 pm
Gwendolyn staggered onto a seat and overheard the conversation going on between BigFoot and Natasha, crashing onto a seat. No doubt you can still taste the wine, aye?
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 3:55 am
Natasha smiles and has another swig of her rum.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 8:06 am
Excuse me?Did you just call me obsessed?*walks in* I need to know where Mr.Captain jack Sparrow is. *cmon jack* (the monkey) Well, your right.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 10:53 am
Looks over at the newcomer, "I haven't seen him in these parts for a while...who might you be?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 6:50 pm
"Aye, that I can still do. But sometimes I wonder how..." Bigfoot says taking a drink of rum again.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 10:29 am
Gwendolyn nods. I pity you then. Some of this stuff tastes downright vulgar. She raises her glass and drains her bottle to the last drop. Then she notices the monkey bobbing up and down on the newcomer's shoulder. That's not... Jack!
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 4:23 pm
Kibo runs in the door, looking around.
Kibo: I thought I heard someone new... ah, there you are.
He strides over to the newcomer, and bows slightly.
Kibo: Kibo Botch, at your service. Might I buy you a drink?
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