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

My dear, do not fear, as long as you stay close by me you will be safe i've been looking all around the room and can't see annything too worry about, yet, although there is a piece of fluff on your dress i "happened" to notice... i will remove it should you wish *sips *blows more smoke triangles...

>>My dear, do not fear, as long as you stay close by me you will be safe << Are you sure about that

*sips *

Have voted for George Formby.

*takes puppy dog out of his jacket
*yelp
*sips
so, what shall we do now we are settled in here? Just wait for more "visitors"?
*removes fluff

*sips yet more *

I'm glad you've explained what that strange, wriggling bulge was, I was beginning to wonder but was too polite to ask

I'm not sure what we're supposed to do now. From what I remember we're supposed to sit and drink , smoke expensive cigarrettes, look sophisticated, maybe dance a little and wait for some comical misunderstanding to occur or wait for a dramatic thrilling occurance which won't be fully explained until the end. Sometimes both these things happen.

well how about a dance to see if anything dramatic happens and some more of these expensive cigars and ciggerettes which don't damage our health for the next few decades

That sounds like a wonderful idea to me. I believe ole blue eyes is still crooning away. I wonder if he does requests.

Sure, but what is that puppy doing over there?

Where? Oh! Do you think anyone will notice?

*walks back from band? and takes Deackie by the hand and leads her onto the centre of the dance floor (avoiding the dogs fancy work) The band strike up a tune...

It looks like it was a new carpet too

It has always amazed me how anyone that walks onto these dance floors in this type of place immediately knows how to dance magnificantly.

Yes my dancing is imensly improved in such places
*the two dancers sweep eligently over the dance floor, expensive, eligent ciggerettes in hand

Puppy: yelp yelp yelp...

Whoops, I think I just danced over the puppy in my expensive high heels

*twirls round expertly*

*kicks puppy out of the way
*yelp

*twirl and turns across the dance floor, spinining Deackie (slightly) yelp

That puppy would make a lovely fur coat (I can wear a fur coat in the 1930s). Oh, he seems to have run off now, wonder why

You dance divinely sir.

Why, thankyou Hmmph, seems as if nothing dramatic has yet occured, more ? another exquisit expensive eligent ciggerette?

Yelp

oh: i heard the puppy, but i can't see him, the puppy is the most dramatic thing so far and it may yet prove to be so indeed

This era was certainly a lot slower paced. Don't wish for anything too dramatic, the war is probably not very far off and it's well known that all debonair heroes climbed on trains waved off by elegant women perhaps never to return again. We should be grateful for the puppy

Very gratful to the puppy
*crouches over the puppies work and collects it in a paper bag before puting in the toilet... i wonder if they had any bar snacks in the 30's ?

*man from RSPCA enters and removes puppy to place of safety*

* watches the debonair gentleman and elegant lady dancing and sips *

*sticks behind ear, takes out cigarette case, extracts cigarette, taps it thoughtfully on case, then disappears behind screen to reappear as... a glamourous femme fatale in a clinging satin frock with a in her perfectly waved hair*

*screws cigarette into foot-long holder and leans against bar, watching the dancers through narrowed eyes and a cloud of cigarette smoke*

--evil laugh--

*jumps as she is startled by a rather chilling laugh*

*looks over in the direction the laugh came from*

There's a rather slimey person over there and he looks as if he has evil intentions.

*looks closer*

There's something vaguely familiar about him though. I can't quite put my finger on it. I'm sure I've met him before