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

*passes the peanuts*

Oh well, popcorn, peanuts, what's the virtual difference?
Thank you very big!

Grrr.... I gotta do everything meself. > : P Bleh. ::Pulls himself a nice pint of Guiness, Drains it, Fills it with ale, drains that, fills the glass half way with ale then tops it off with Guiness, Drains it slowly:: Mmmm.... That feels better! > : )

*crashes through doors*
GUIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
*chugs three glasses before looking up sheepishly*
I have radar...

Hahahahahaha! I can dig it.
::fixes himself another black and tan and drops in a shot of whiskey::
Mmmmm.....
::drinks deeply::

*joins in*

{looking decidedly perkier, after the drinks and a little touch up in the ladies room} Well, it's good to be amongst friends when your house gets nuked! Cocktails for everyone, please. I've been thinking it would be possible to rebuild, but this time put in a bomb shelter. We could still party at my place, but move the orgies out of the town limits. Just allow access to our friends who chose to be with us, and not risk offending the sightseers who pop in for a cocktail and a look around the place. Yanka Wanka, what do you think? You ARE the ca'pn of the orgies, after all. Think it would work? Still wanna play? I'd really miss playing with you, THAT'S for sure. Bob, honey, close your eyes, now...wouldn't want to upset the younguns, hehe {slides between YW and Groominawookie, kisses them both lovingly} And we were just starting to get to know each other...

What's this about houses getting nuked?

*looks confused, trots off to have a look-see*

Have you had your space censored? Wish I could have seen it before.

*leans over bar and grabs the tequila, lemons and salt for the inevitable lick, sip, sucks*


mmmmmmmmm

{leans over and whispers in Tashall's ear} Hush, honey. They don't like the word "censorship" around here. Let's call it "selectively negated, so's not to offend people", shall we? But I am setting up housekeeping on their territory, so will play by their rules. Working on negotiations to see what is permissable, and think I have a solution. Once we have redecorated in accordance with the zoning laws, I'll let you know. Now, you wanna share that tequila? Just a little lick, from your fingertips?

Ah! Good to see you're feeling better (figuratively), MT . Back on the tequila, T? I'll stick to whisky, I think. Oh MT - let me get you a glass - it can hold more than fingers .... booze, that is, of course.

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Yes - very similar to use of English, I find.

ROFL

Too true.

And what would a visit to this bar be without Tequila?

*passes lemon and salt to MT*

Feel free to lick my excess (but you will get more alcohol from a glass, all the more enjoyable!)

{throws her head back and looks challengingly at the fellas, a wicked gleam in her eye} Now if I didn't know better, I'd say y'all were trying to get me drunk. A delicate flower such as myself! hehehe

Glasses are fine for cocktails, my darlin's, but ever so much more fun to lick em off a warm and willing person. Even if it's not so fast, the trip is sooooooo worth the ride.

Guess you are right, MT. I prefer my Guinnes & Gin from a large glass, though. *Pulls himself his daily dozen* Ah, nothing like starters!

*Bob limps in looking like he has had a sever beating*
If I ever cach up with MOG I am going to hang the wench and I dont cere how much more powerful than me she thinks she is.
*he walks to the bar abot to order a scoch...remebers why he got torcherd*
coffy black coffy. the stongest you have ever made.
*Looks over at M.T.*
I was suposed to repaint your walls wasnt I....

Hi Bob - sounds like you've had a tough day also. Normally I'd offer whisky, but you seem intent on coffee. What ails thee, gentle knight, alone and palely loitering?

{omnipresent, nothing but a feather swirling lazily in the light shining on the dart board}

*Because Sparky is not here to do it himself.....Bob picks up a dart and throws it pinning the feather to the dart bord*

* The portrait of the previous owner suddenly falls and shatters on the ground behind the bar scaring even the omnipresent... *