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

Well nothing too pressing...

Infact, I 'ran into' this young lady earilier...

I believe the Countess is the form of undre...

Address...

* M.K decides to down another rum... Just so he doesn't slip over any Freudian slips in the carpet... *

Lord M.K*

*notices a balmy breeze floating in through the window, and switches to margaritas*

Looks like this may be a liquid dinner.

*drifts off into a corner of the bar where soft, comfortable couches beckon enticingly and regards the woman with the leather and whip intriguingly*

Young ladies are always fun to run into.

Hello Tashalls, do you like my whip?
~cracks whip~

Yes, but whips always enough ?

Lord M.K*

*sips margarita before replying*

I like the way you crack it - it must be fun to have occasion to use it here...

*Pulls out own small whip from seemingly nowhere, and attempts a little crack*

Hmm, mine is not as loud as yours.

And I have an outfit just like that in my luggage, with not quite as many openings, though.

And how does one become a Muse?

http://www.h2g2.com/A420661
The Muse Home.

Loudness isn't everything.
Try flicking your wrist a bit more, like this.
~cracks whip~

Playing tennis helps to develop your whipping skills as well.
Have you been to the dungeon?

Tennis is one activity I indulge in - I don't believe I have ventured near the dungeon yet...doesn't sound too appealing, does it?


*gives wrist a little bit more of a flick, almost has it*

Like this?

*notices margarita was in that hand, and asks for a refill*

Salt, this time.

That's much better. Imagine your playing a forehand stroke. Get's 'em every time.
I find the dungeon appealing, but it's difficult to persuade any of the men around here to stay in there for more than 2 minutes.

Well, I'm always so busy !!!

* ...and trying, really trying... infact until it hurts to be good in her absence... *

Er... like now !!!

Yes, things to do...

*dashes out to sneak a peak at terrifying place for men to be in*

What have you got to do that's more important than wwatching us with our whips?
We didn't even get you with them, we were very careful.
More drinks MK?
This is thirsty work.

*emerges from under the table in the drakest corner*

Did someone mention rum? And Zmrzlina? I could do with a bottle of rum for my flu and a bag of zmrzlina for my bruised backhead...

*wanders back in, more flushed than before, with empty margarita glass in hand*

MMmmmm, that's a lovely dungeon you have there, can see why men might be a "little" intimidated by that plus your presence...lots of fun.

*orders another margarita, yawns with arms outstretched*

I might have to make this my last before turning in, you know.

Well, folks, I guess I'd rather be leaving again. Cannot stay on land long, you know. Keep your gunpowder dry! See you later - inch Allah!

So sorry to leave so soon, goodnight Mina, Pirate and the dashing MK

*slinks out to bedroom*

Goodnight Tashalls, I look forward to seeing you again.

*strolls over to the bar, and takes in the lack of bartender*
*shrugs, hoists herself up onto the bar, and leans over to grab a bottle of tequila*
*repeats the manoeuver, and comes back, this time with a handful of shot glasses*
*lines everything up and pours tequila into the glasses*
Anyone up for a game?

*waltzes in, with lemons freshly picked from garden*

My social calendar said something about meeting a Tweetie for Tequila shots...ahh, there you are...are we doing lick, sip, sucks?

*grabs salt shaker from behind bar and lines it up with tequila glasses and lemon wedges, with glint in her eye*

I'm always up for a game that involves Tequila.

Good, sound biochemistry, y'know ... the salt and lemon thing ... strong salt, weak acid - acts as a buffer solution to keep stomach acidity down.
Never tried it myself.