Bistro Bijou

[beetrootjesuit]

The hat's all wrong too.

Just humor me. I'm being all noir and shit.

Nice asian pop sets, by the way.

*rummages around in boxes behind bar*

We got any cat food around here? I could always just open some smoked oysters, I suppose.

And do I hear an angry peacock in the back room, or is that Annie?

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If it's noire you're looking for, then may I suggest your local Jesuit haberdashery. I'd lend you my robe, but someone said I was easily defrocked and I'm trying for a more "professional" persona.

You might warn the cat that there are a few corgis wandering about. They drink out of the toilet and it makes them brave. We wouldn't want an international incident and UYS seems to have taken a shine to ol' Liz.

Glad you like the J-pop. There's a password protected second menu on the jukebox. Just type "IAintNoSushi"


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[Tzara]

Glad you like the J-pop. There's a password protected second menu on the jukebox. Just type "IAintNoSushi"


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Our resident father confessor seems to have a fascination for manga, judging from the posters plastered in the Bistro confessional.

Ah, well. I suspect it is all in fun.

 

[beetrootjesuit]

Our resident father confessor seems to have a fascination for manga, judging from the posters plastered in the Bistro confessional.

Ah, well. I suspect it is all in fun.

Ah, but I think those belong to the the Swedish Chef, who was last seen discussing decapods with Martha ...

... damn there goes tomorrow's Bisque.


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[Tzara]

I'm going to have to have this place steam cleaned.

*wrings hands* I really, really hope we aren't redoing the bar. Martha and I just finished the découpage of the surface and I, for one, think it is simply fabulous how it turned out. Those shredded Rolling Stones tickets mixed delightfully with those from Puffy AmiYumi and the Webern String Quartet lend a certain, je ne sais quoi ambience to the bar.

Makes ordering a Cosmopolitan easier, in any case. The old top seemed to be very "shot and a beer."

Oh gosh. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

Absolutely not.

 

[Tzara]

Ah, but I think those belong to the the Swedish Chef, who was last seen discussing decapods with Martha ...

... damn there goes tomorrow's Bisque.


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There are arthropods in that?!

I feel faint. Where's the brandy?

 

[beetrootjesuit]

There are arthropods in that?!

I feel faint. Where's the brandy?

Nope. Decapods. You've been standing in UP's dust too long. Can't count the iambs?

 

[Tzara]

Nope. Decapods. You've been standing in UP's dust too long. Can't count the iambs?

Decapods aren't arthropods?

Really?

I dunno. This (*holds up glass*) brew seems rather strong.

And... (*aggressively*) I can coun' iambs in my sleep. In fac' do. Of'en.

A-one, a-two, a-three sheep leaping. Shee?

 

[beetrootjesuit]

Decapods aren't arthropods?

Really?

I dunno. This (*holds up glass*) brew seems rather strong.

And... (*aggressively*) I can coun' iambs in my sleep. In fac' do. Of'en.

A-one, a-two, a-three sheep leaping. Shee?

I stand corrected.


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[Safe_Bet]

Who in the name of all that's holy hung those god awful chintz curtains?

WTF is the deal with the crocheted drink coasters?

Do I smell Quiche?



Tz, if this is your doing I'm going to pull you Male Lesbian membership card, dude! :caning:

 

[Tzara]

I stand corrected.


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More than I can do, apparently.

 

[Tzara]

Do I smell Quiche?

I like quiche. What's wrong with quiche?

It's a goddam fritatta in a pie crust, for chrissakes.

They're good. Try one.

 

[Safe_Bet]

I like quiche. What's wrong with quiche?

It's a goddam fritatta in a pie crust, for chrissakes.

They're good. Try one.

Actually I make a killer quiche (Amy calls it egg pie, so I'm not even going to go THERE ) I just felt like thowing another stereotype at you.

You're "guy" enough to drink white wine and decorate with MS, so you might as well have seconds on the quiche. But I'm warning you though: Ask to borrow my Midol because you have a "headache" and you will be sent a pair of my gay pool boy's pink Speedos.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

*wanders through wearing only 3 carefully situated crocheted drink mats and carrying a half empty bottle of brandy*

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

*wanders through wearing only 3 carefully situated crocheted drink mats and carrying a half empty bottle of brandy*

*makes a grab for the upper right crocheted drink mat and runs.*

 

[UnderYourSpell]

*makes a grab for the upper right crocheted drink mat and runs.*

Drat there goes the seductive dance of the crocheted drink mats will have to revert to the dance of seven surplus army blankets. Hope I can keep my feet though sitting down is a big no no at the moment

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Drat there goes the seductive dance of the crocheted drink mats will have to revert to the dance of seven surplus army blankets. Hope I can keep my feet though sitting down is a big no no at the moment

Hiding that feather duster there again? I thought you'd learnt your lesson last time we had to extract it!

*waits for the entertainment to begin*

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Wasn't a feather duster

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Wasn't a feather duster

Something a bit more substantial I'm thinking. Couldn't have been a fist, surely?

: ouch emotion:

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Something a bit more substantial I'm thinking. Couldn't have been a fist, surely?

: ouch emotion:

keriisttttttt has an apoplectic fit and cringes all my orifices are tight madam!

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

keriisttttttt has an apoplectic fit and cringes all my orifices are tight madam!

Just riffing on recent convos - no worries, my fists will be deep in my pockets.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

If it's noire you're looking for, then may I suggest your local Jesuit haberdashery. I'd lend you my robe, but someone said I was easily defrocked and I'm trying for a more "professional" persona.

You might warn the cat that there are a few corgis wandering about. They drink out of the toilet and it makes them brave. We wouldn't want an international incident and UYS seems to have taken a shine to ol' Liz.

Glad you like the J-pop. There's a password protected second menu on the jukebox. Just type "IAintNoSushi"


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If you're easily defrocked we may have a great deal in common.

Actually, I own a robe much like that already. I was going more for a cross between Charlize Theron and the Marlboro Man.
May I call you bj? It's a noble nickname, if I do say so myself.

*wrings hands* I really, really hope we aren't redoing the bar. Martha and I just finished the découpage of the surface and I, for one, think it is simply fabulous how it turned out. Those shredded Rolling Stones tickets mixed delightfully with those from Puffy AmiYumi and the Webern String Quartet lend a certain, je ne sais quoi ambience to the bar.

Makes ordering a Cosmopolitan easier, in any case. The old top seemed to be very "shot and a beer."

Oh gosh. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

Absolutely not.

I'm all about collage. But I hope it's not fragile. It's important to be able to dance on the bar, after all, and you know those vicious spike heels that Sassy favors...

Speaking of sassy, somebody find her. I want her to dance with me to this. Preferably on the bar.

*wanders through wearing only 3 carefully situated crocheted drink mats and carrying a half empty bottle of brandy*

DARLING!

*looks in back room* That's quite the wreckage you left back there. O the humanity!

*writes 'morally flexible cleaning staff' on the ever-growing list.*

Just riffing on recent convos - no worries, my fists will be deep in my pockets.

Oh no, darling. Feel free to wave them about. This place is all about gesturing freely. And welcome. I'd ask what I can get you, but the kitchen seems to be full of wildlife at the moment.

Tzara, sweet, if you're managing your hangover at all, perhaps you could help me out. Have you and Martha been living exclusively on love and pinot grigio, or is there something like a menu of actual food? I don't think the Swedish Chef is being very successful with the lobsters. He doesn't seem to grasp chocolate mousse either.

I'll have to negotiate with him about the manga. I was thinking more of a Bettie Page retrospective. And I draw the line at furries.

Well, at least the jukebox works.

Devo


Kate Bush


And one for Annie.

You and Martha just decorate away, but let's not lose this feel completely. Sometimes, late at night, a little surreal carnivale is good for the soul.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I wonder if she had knickers on when she sat on his face?

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I wonder if she had knickers on when she sat on his face?

My guess is no.

But more importantly, do you?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Not at the moment I'm in my jammies

 

[champagne1982]

*cartwheels in*


Ta-DA!