h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*Kes launches a trifle in the direction of the noise*
SPLAT!
*Looks over edge of bar*
Oh! Sorry, Courtney. Thought it was someone else ... didn't recognise you under all that custard!

-> Courtney Patron Saint of Social Embarassment

Apparently not

;^)#

*grabs PGGB*

*ducks, crawls on her stomach towards bar counter, all the smashed vegetables making it surprisingly slithery and easy*

*stands up*

Hey, this was fun!

*goes to opposite side of room, starts running, throws herself down on slithery floor, gliding all across the room...*

Yippieeeeeee!!!!

*...and hits opposite wall*

tsk tsk
what would St.Peter think?
Hehehe
*hurls *
oops!
Look out Kes!

Too late!
in GB's face!
Right! You've asked for it! *produces paintball-gun*
*loads*
*fires*
YEE-HA!!!

*peeks up from behind table.*

Is that a paintball gun I hea--WHOA!

*ducks behind table, gather all the he can.*

*fires paintball-gun again*

{well, it saves wasting good}

Let's recycle!

Geronimooooo!!!!!

*throws herself at GB's kness - wow, did you ever see a tackle like that - and they both fall into mashed, smashed vegetables*

\\\SPLASH!!!///

<<>>
*winded*

*a hideous creature rises from the mess on the floor, no longer bothering to duck, because she can't get any messier than this*

*blinking, because freshly squeezed tomato juice keeps dropping in her eyes from her halo, making her eyes look extremely bloodshot*

Now I REALLY need a drink!

*slippering and skidding towards bar*

*Collects some of the tomato juice in a glass, adds Worcester sauce, tebasco, lime juice vodka (lots) and ice. Offers it.*
There you are ... whoever you are ... Titania? How's that for recycling? Cheers!
GB? Where are you hiding? Can I get you a drink? Dan?
*Begins to feel "watched" ... Contemplates going under cover again*

*Dan gets up from behind the table and looks around at the mess. He then looks down and notices he's completely clean.*

Hah! I won! Nobody hit me with any fo--

SPLAT!

*Dan falls face first into a pile of tomato sauce.*

*An unnerving silence falls over the field of battle ... ketchup-stained and food-splattered angels retreat under cover, to lick their wounds and eat any of the more interesting things stuck to their clothes. Kes emerges, after a quick shower, to mop the floor, and set up the bar again ... hoping that things have calmed down; knowing that another round of drinks will be required regardless. A last donut detaches itself from the chandelier, falls victim to gravity, and settles atop the aspidistra with a gentle "Plop!"*

Drinks anyone?

*floating in - having spent hours trying to wash herself clean - the tomato juice in her ears was a bit tricky*

Did someone mention 'drinks'?

Yes please! But no more vegetable drinks please, I think I've had enough of that for now...

Yes - I feel the same ... no more fruit & veg, .. so that rules out a lot of cocktails and mixed spirit drinks ... how about a glass of wine? red or white? ... or the ubiquitous bubbly?

Hmmmm....I think I'll have a Y of white wine, please Kes...

*sneaks out of Kes's shower while no-one's looking*

*finally clean again* Yes I would love a drink a would be perfect.

*turning head, thinking she saw something in the corner of her eye - nah, probably imagined it*

Hi Courtney!

I guess you got caught in the crossfire - sorry - no, I'll take that back - not sorry at all.....

Thanks O.K. revenge is a dish best served cold, and I'm very patient

Patient, eh?

*fidgeting, thinking maybe she ought to apologize after all... No! Never!*

*shrugs, likes living life dangerously*