Bistro Bijou

[Remec]

Okay. I'm trying really hard to write up another few underwear reviews but I'd rather hang around in here and be snarky.

*pulls a suspicious looking bag from under the KILLER DIAMOND TABLE and lays out some menacing looking equipment.*

anyone in need of attention today?

Today, tomorrow, some time next week...I'd say I was in the mood to be an attention whore, but whores make money at it. (Well, maybe not if you're bad at it, but I digress. )

So, whacha got in yer bag, hmmm?

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Let's practice on Remec.

Hop up on the table, Remec. This won't hurt a bit. Or if it does you can scream really loudly because we have the perfect gag for you.


Plus. We promise to kiss it all better when we are done.

Good idea. I've always wanted to see what Remec is made of.

Hey, raise your hand if the Ghazal challenge is about to drive you to drink bleach.

*raises hand, looks around*

bj

 

[Remec]

Let's practice on Remec.

Hop up on the table, Remec. This won't hurt a bit. Or if it does you can scream really loudly because we have the perfect gag for you.

Plus. We promise to kiss it all better when we are done.

Works for me. *hopping on up, carefully avoiding the diamond edge*

Although, somehow I get the feeling that neither of you really needs much practice.

 

[Remec]

Good idea. I've always wanted to see what Remec is made of.

Hey, raise your hand if the Ghazal challenge is about to drive you to drink bleach.

*raises hand, looks around*

It's not so bad. Mind you, coming up with a decent refrain can be taxing, but no moreso than developing the lines or rhyme schemes of any number of poetic forms.

 

[Sara Crewe]

Works for me. *hopping on up, carefully avoiding the diamond edge*

Although, somehow I get the feeling that neither of you really needs much practice.

Damn. *puts in eye drops to blur evil glint in eyes*


*smacks BJ in the head for even trying to write something called a Ghazal. *

Personally , I think everyone should set the ghazals free and let them run wild in Africa. I mean, lions need to eat.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Works for me. *hopping on up, carefully avoiding the diamond edge*

Although, somehow I get the feeling that neither of you really needs much practice.

It's important to keep the skills honed at all times. How you get to carnegie hall.

*rummages in bag* hmmm. Well, I had the speculum in mind for someone else. How bout this nice set of leather cuffs and a lovely thumpy flogger?

And there's this thing, but I don't know if it's... to your taste...

It's not so bad. Mind you, coming up with a decent refrain can be taxing, but no moreso than developing the lines or rhyme schemes of any number of poetic forms.

Exactly. Form. Hand me that fucking bleach, thank you.

Damn. *puts in eye drops to blur evil glint in eyes*


*smacks BJ in the head for even trying to write something called a Ghazal. *

Personally , I think everyone should set the ghazals free and let them run wild in Africa. I mean, lions need to eat.

Nobody's buying your non-evilness, eyedrops or no.

And yeah. Headsmack gratefully accepted. What the hell was I thinking?

Free the Ghazals! Let's have a free verse freeforall fooforaw and just let it all hang out in the hangout.

bj

 

[Sara Crewe]

It's important to keep the skills honed at all times. How you get to carnegie hall.

*rummages in bag* hmmm. Well, I had the speculum in mind for someone else. How bout this nice set of leather cuffs and a lovely thumpy flogger?

And there's this thing, but I don't know if it's... to your taste...



Exactly. Form. Hand me that fucking bleach, thank you.



Nobody's buying your non-evilness, eyedrops or no.

And yeah. Headsmack gratefully accepted. What the hell was I thinking?

Free the Ghazals! Let's have a free verse freeforall fooforaw and just let it all hang out in the hangout.

bj

Yeah. I know but it's like in my contract to pretend to not be evil at least once a month.

Wait a minute. I wanna fooforaw too. Now I'm fucking jealous of the ghazals. Where are the lions? Send in the lions!!! I'm taking the fooforaw away from the ghazals.

 

[Remec]

*rummages in bag* hmmm. Well, I had the speculum in mind for someone else. How bout this nice set of leather cuffs and a lovely thumpy flogger?

And there's this thing, but I don't know if it's... to your taste...

Only one way to really find out, now, isn't there?

Exactly. Form. Hand me that fucking bleach, thank you.

Would you like a few spoonfuls of Drano with that? I hear it makes a pretty interesting foaming action.

And what's wrong with form? Structure and stricture can be just as important as freedom and flexibility whether we're discussing poetry or what poets do in their off time.

 

[Sara Crewe]

Only one way to really find out, now, isn't there?




Would you like a few spoonfuls of Drano with that? I hear it makes a pretty interesting foaming action.

And what's wrong with form? Structure and stricture can be just as important as freedom and flexibility whether we're discussing poetry or what poets do in their off time.

Seriously.

Remec needs a drink.


I cannot have anyone being all brilliant and eloquent when I'm 'Friday brain fried and half-snapped to boot'.

Make his a triple. Some of his brain cells need to go bedy bye. And then we can be friends again. Right now he is too capable of mocking me without me knowing it.

And we all know that mocking hurts me. Deeply.

No. It does.

I cry inside.

I do.

Who just snickered?

Bastards all of you!!!

 

[Remec]

Seriously.
Remec needs a drink.
<SNIP>
Who just snickered?
Bastards all of you!!!

You're prolly right. *motioning to bartender* Vodka and Coke, please, thanks.

And, I'm only Bastardly...but that's being all semantic and hair-splitting and stuff, so anyways...c'mere, sounds like someone needs some cuddling (at the very least)

*taking Sara's hand and drawing her up onto the table with him*

 

[unpredictablebijou]

You're prolly right. *motioning to bartender* Vodka and Coke, please, thanks.

And, I'm only Bastardly...but that's being all semantic and hair-splitting and stuff, so anyways...c'mere, sounds like someone needs some cuddling (at the very least)

*taking Sara's hand and drawing her up onto the table with him*

This is definitely one of my little secret dreams come true.

Funny, I've been writing this porn piece recently...

Here. You put this here, and then you just move a little sideways like this, and I'll just slide this very slowly in here...

Another round?

bj

 

[Remec]

This is definitely one of my little secret dreams come true.

Funny, I've been writing this porn piece recently...

Here. You put this here, and then you just move a little sideways like this, and I'll just slide this very slowly in here...
Another round?

*shifting about to wherever Bijou needs me to be*
At the very least another round...oh, be sure to let me know when you finish that piece. Something tells me I'll want to read that. hehehe

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Exactly. Form. Hand me that fucking bleach, thank you.

you better change your tone before my villanelle instruction, missy!!

Next week will suck for me cuz I have a paper due Monday night and a major team project due next Monday. Consider this a warning.

 

[Safe_Bet]

Hi everyone. Sorry I'm late but I had to stop and pick up some padding before I kneel in front of the freak'en "Ghazal Queen"
(mumble, grumble, freak'en show off, muble grumble...)

 

[Sara Crewe]

You're prolly right. *motioning to bartender* Vodka and Coke, please, thanks.

And, I'm only Bastardly...but that's being all semantic and hair-splitting and stuff, so anyways...c'mere, sounds like someone needs some cuddling (at the very least)

*taking Sara's hand and drawing her up onto the table with him*

I'm not really a good cuddler. Just sayin'

I fidget. A lot.


I'm good at other things though...

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*shifting about to wherever Bijou needs me to be*
At the very least another round...oh, be sure to let me know when you finish that piece. Something tells me I'll want to read that. hehehe

Sara knows all about it. You can tie her down and make her confess. It's all like, super double secret and shit.

you better change your tone before my villanelle instruction, missy!!

Next week will suck for me cuz I have a paper due Monday night and a major team project due next Monday. Consider this a warning.

*lays in extra booze supply in the second basement*

remind me what your comfort foods are. I'll have them all ready for you. And maybe we can hook you up with some good tunage in the Radio threads to keep your spirits up.

 

[Angeline]

Is anybody else having a debate party tonight? I am. I have chicken pot pie, ice cream and sex toys! And EE!

Has anyone else noticed that Chris Dodd looks like a woodland creature?

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Hi everyone. Sorry I'm late but I had to stop and pick up some padding before I kneel in front of the freak'en "Ghazal Queen"
(mumble, grumble, freak'en show off, muble grumble...)

yup. *nods* let's add some challenges for her. Like double super Alexandrian Ghazals about underwear or something.

I'm not really a good cuddler. Just sayin'

I fidget. A lot.


I'm good at other things though...

*laughing* another twin moment.
I have a friend who still quotes me, tone and all, from the moment he joked that he "just wanted to cuddle" which elicited a wholehearted "ewwwwwww!" from me before I could edit or stop myself.

bj

 

[Sara Crewe]

yup. *nods* let's add some challenges for her. Like double super Alexandrian Ghazals about underwear or something.




*laughing* another twin moment.
I have a friend who still quotes me, tone and all, from the moment he joked that he "just wanted to cuddle" which elicited a wholehearted "ewwwwwww!" from me before I could edit or stop myself.

bj

lol

Although, I am happy to have someone play with my hair. Does that count as cuddling? Oh, and I like being rubbed in a purely platonic way. All my surface nerves are rub-sluts who can never get enough. I just can't be hugged for prolonged moments without moving which is how I view cuddling. That makes me fidgety and feel claustrophobic.

Now that I have made myself sound like a freak, all is right in the world.

 

[Sara Crewe]

Sara knows all about it. You can tie her down and make her confess. It's all like, super double secret and shit.

.

I'll never confess.


'specially if it means more spankings.

 

[Remec]

I'm not really a good cuddler. Just sayin'

I fidget. A lot.

I'm good at other things though...

Ah, well, I just say that 'cause it's a good way to start (and finish) things off--esp with people I'm just getting to know. And fidgeting can be good, really good if you're fidgeting on top of the right things.

Multitalented, eh? Always nice to know. *making mental note*

 

[Remec]

Is anybody else having a debate party tonight? I am. I have chicken pot pie, ice cream and sex toys! And EE!

Not me. Friday is almost always date night, so me and the wife are heading out to see the new Richard Gere/Diane Lane movie. Leaving now for some dinner.

Cy'all later on

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Is anybody else having a debate party tonight? I am. I have chicken pot pie, ice cream and sex toys! And EE!

Has anyone else noticed that Chris Dodd looks like a woodland creature?

heh heh.
Nope. I get to go talk about sex to a whole bunch of people. Tonight I'll be driving deep into Missouri with a car loaded full of camping gear and handouts on fellatio.

lol

Although, I am happy to have someone play with my hair. Does that count as cuddling? Oh, and I like being rubbed in a purely platonic way. All my surface nerves are rub-sluts who can never get enough. I just can't be hugged for prolonged moments without moving which is how I view cuddling. That makes me fidgety and feel claustrophobic.

Now that I have made myself sound like a freak, all is right in the world.

Freaks unite!
I'm just fine holding still if someone is giving me a massage, platonic or not. There is NO SUCH THING as being touched too much. But yeah, hugging. Makes me nervous. Unless it's someone I really like, and then still, y'know, you hug, you say the things, and yer done.

Ah, well, I just say that 'cause it's a good way to start (and finish) things off--esp with people I'm just getting to know. And fidgeting can be good, really good if you're fidgeting on top of the right things.

Multitalented, eh? Always nice to know. *making mental note*

o she has MANY skills. Mad mad skillz.

Not me. Friday is almost always date night, so me and the wife are heading out to see the new Richard Gere/Diane Lane movie. Leaving now for some dinner.

Cy'all later on

*regretfully unties him*

bj

 

[loststar]

saunters in with a satisfied smile, and uncorks the bottle of shiraz to let it breathe, and i am pulling up a chair, and enjoying this.

anybody that needs some happiness, come sit next to me, i want to share this

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

yup. *nods* let's add some challenges for her. Like double super Alexandrian Ghazals about underwear or something.

bj

yeah. uh-huh. i'll get right on that.

*lays in extra booze supply in the second basement*

remind me what your comfort foods are. I'll have them all ready for you. And maybe we can hook you up with some good tunage in the Radio threads to keep your spirits up.

homestyle mashed potatoes.. i could use some right now, because...

Not me. Friday is almost always date night

I had a date tonight. We had been together for about two hours when he got a call from his mother who was in hysterics. His dad had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital. This call was quickly followed by a call from his brother urging him to get to the hospital. Obviously, he had to leave.

I felt so bad! I hope his dad is okay. The selfish part of me is terribly disappointed because we had planned to spend the weekend together.