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

::inhales commiseratingly::

Here... *choke* have a loobrush, maybe that'll help

*choke*

Can we smoke it?

Um.... no, I don't think so... but it's called 'cheerup' for some reason, so I just assumed it cheered people up... never understood it, myself.

Well, ===~~~ can cheer me up as well.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, WR. You'll have me limber enough to limbo.

Refills his glass. Dirk, go amuse yourself elsewhere.

*Grins in a rather unpleasant manner.*

Yeeesss... Dirk, follow me to the back room. I have this very interesting lead pipe to show you...

Thog,

stop being so careful or we'll never get rid of those chippendales

*Dirk follows Mystrunner out back. A few seconds pass by, and a loud noise like 'thunk' can be heard out back, followed directly by a sound similar to a large person wearing not nearly enough clothing hitting the ground after being hit in the head with a blunt instrument.*

*Mystrunner strolls back out, sliding something back into his long jacket.*

Dirk's decided he'd go and lie down for a while; his head's hurting.

...*rips off her muddied gown to reveal a red leather halter top & red leather micro mini skirt...*I was ready for ya' THAT time Gwennie-Poo.
However,spilling that drink was totally uncalled for!...*sharpens claws, er, nails on the brass fittings on the bar...*
...*poors herself another mug-o-bourbon...stopping to greet Craxus with a Don't you look handsome this evening?...winks at WR who is looking over the sofa at Pan's fresh display of skin, er, I mean attire...*
You know Myst, with all that Earl Grey you drink, one might conclude tea stimulates, er, aggressive tendencies or sumthin'.
...*calls out to the alley...in a most lady-like way...*Yo', Thog, don't bogart that...well, you know the rest
...*dashes over and kicks the juke box...90's tracks start up...*Whoooo-hooooo...*dances the macaraina...*

The amount of coffee I drink used to make me irritable with everyone else until I killed 'em all.

Oh, no. I just have problems witht the 'romantically agressive.'

And a slight hobby. Nothing much.

*Lounges at the bar.*

You're equipment is professional.

Oh, well thank-you.



I think.

I find that the more traditional approach works best sometimes.

What, a sock full of sand?

Thank you Pandora for the As for everyone else...hello

Craxus, glad you could make it.

Thank you WR. I feel like a new woman.

Joins Pan on the dance floor. Gives Myst a thumbs up as she dances past the bar.

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Nah, waste of a good sock. Is the bartend about?

Oh you needn't thank me. I kiss everyone.
I mean, you are most welcome Sir. Is there anything I can get for you? You being new here an' all. Perhaps you'd like a tour around the kitchen or sumthin'.?
...*shoots 'that' look at Roadkill and Myst...*
You two might think about lightening up a bit. Tis the week-o-love!
...*accidentially flips her hair back & across Roadkill's face...*Ooppsie sorry 'bout that.

Myst, Mr. A only drops in once in a blue moon.You want more tea? ...*hops across the bar to fetch Msyt wherver he likes...ends up pouring drinks for everyone in the Pub...*

Ah, that's too bad. I'm developing a taste for Gunpowder Tea. Do you keep any?