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

*looks down at toga (Mixed Nuts' party at the end of the universe has become a toga party) as unsuitable dress for a funeral*

*clicks fingers again, black arm band appears)

Oh, well, it will have to do, follows Kes in duly sympathetic manner.

*Somewhat later, Kes returns, removes black tie, and tries to hide a can of chrome cleaner under the sofa.*

Whew! I need a whisky after that!

*wanders in after availing herself in the bathroom to gargle away the taste of chrome cleaner, sits on sofa*

Ouch!

*What's this? Seems I can't get away from it...*

I'll have a scotch, with ice, please.

*takes black arm band off and hangs it on the door for future use*

* Tashalls shivers momentarily as a breeze flows through the room, which she could have sworn 'said' something to her... *

The Late Lord M.KÝ

*A guilty looking Kes brings over two Scotches - one with water, one with ice.*

Sorry about that. Glad we didn't get a double funeral, though ... Forgiven? Cheers!

*shivers, momentarily distracted*

Did you feel that?

*takes tumbler from Kes, sniffs it doubtfully, then grins*

Of course you're forgiven - you don't think chrome cleaner could slow me down? Although I wouldn't want to do it again...

*chinks glasses with Kes for second time today*



any more poetry?

In French?

I'm a sucker for La Belle Langue - ask JLC the TTP

*chokes*
Ahem!
Anyone requiring meals today will have to cook themselves.
Kitchen is closed as a mark of respect for the late Lord M.K*.

*pats GB on the back*

I'm sorry, was it something I said?

*Chooses to ignore the concept of consuming solids .... at least for a while ... Concentrates on verse ...

OK, Tashalls ... here's one for the "morning after" drinkers ...

Si nous ne faisons rien que boire
Meme si nous disons rien profond,
C'est bein possible de vivre 'en espoir,
Car nous avons tous les matins du monde.

*Tops up the glasses*

That's so uplifting - considering where we are



Is that an original?

*nods to barman to top hers up as well*

How many languages do you know?

They're all originals! If I quote, I give the author a credit ... languages ... quite a few - though some better than others.

*A chill wind blows through every room in the Manor, stopping everyone in their tracks for a moment. Suddenly the place seems without an owner ... an orphaned building kept alive, for a time, by the activity of its inhabitants. Tashalls shivers. Kes notes the time, goes to the window and closes it, but the room remains cold. They resume sipping their drinks.*

>ANNOUNCEMENT<
Lord M.K* is being remembered in the Chapel today.
Your attendance is requested.

I have paid my respects.

A toast to MK, a king among men!

*swigs Tequila straight from the bottle, careful not to swallow the worm....ewwwwww*

MMMMM! Wipes the froth from his lips and whispers "Another Heinemike or 6 would make you a friend for life!"

Turns his head and shouts to all and sundry "Anyone care for a game of Mummblypeg?"

Thanks, Mina! Now for the body shots. Care to start?

*mutters to himself: Jesus, what a load of whipped cream - wonder what she will do with all that?*

::grins and picks up Mina then gently lays her down on the bar::
Sorry, I keep missing all the body shot opportunities so I'll just grab this one. LOL! Now hold still.
::puts a slice of lime in his mouth then kisses Mina deeply, passing the lime to her mouth, kisses and licks down her neck and sprinkles a little salt there, then takes a shot glass of tequilla and places it in her cleavage::
Bottoms up!
::sucks out the tequilla, licks all the salt from her neck and kisses Mina again deeply and sucks on the lime::
Woohoo!

~ahem~

Do you mind??



Where's my drink?

Not at all. ::Smiles and hands her her drink::

Adresses Mina in the politest way possible:

Is this - er, person - bothering you, miss?