"Ah. Well then." *Checking the growth * "I'm covered." *Chuckles* "Sorry about the bad puns. I'm not Robin Williams yet, but give me ten years... and I'll probably match his hair production.
It does? Really? I should spend more time here then. I've always had a weakness for cute bartenders. And sexy librarians. Some people like cops and firemen, some people like waitress' and teachers.
*Is a nurse IRL* kinda disturbing isn't it? By the way have you ever seen Graveyard Alive? kicks herself back in character!
"Yes! At least I think that the lady called Your_Vice is the bartender, she is tender or owner or both. I am afraid that I have a crush on her avatar."
Daisy shrugs and collects up a bowl to place under her chin in case she drools.
"Huh. And no I have not. It does sound interesting, I am a lover of bad zombie films. Have you seen Dead Snow? It's pretty damn good. Funny too."
"I think she may be as well, and I can see where you'd have the crush. the scissors are an... interesting touch. Have to watch out for that one. I've had a bad experience with a pretty lady and scissors. And not in the Samson style. (Though I do have long gorgeous hair. *Smiles*)"
*Moves behind the bar and dons a long butchers apron*
"Can I get you a drink? then? or something to eat? Or some tape to hold your chin up?"
"I have not yet seen Dead Snow, but I have seenZombie Strippers which provided everything I could possibly ask for in a film. Zombies.... strippers.... heavy tunage... zombie strippers.... gore, subtle and not so subtle political commentary oh and did I mention Robert Englund and Jenna Jameson?"
Daisy grins and leans across the bar.
"Well, I do not know if this place carries brain-in-a-jar, but since it is a british pub, I would assume they have a close cousin... is there any head cheese?"
"Ah Zombie strippers. That movie had virtually everything. IT was pretty damn good. And I do love me my robbie. Say what you want Freddy always had style when Englund played him."
*Checking the shelves.* "I can see a number of organ meats, looks like something vaugely vinegar pickled with allspice bay leaves, yep that's head cheese." *Pulling out an cloth wrapped package.* You want me to go kill something from the back and chop this up for a brain steak headcheese and kidney pie?"
Daisy looks amazed and delighted. She stands on her barstool and does a backflip or two before relanding on her barstool with a loud CRASH!
"Yippee! That sounds wonderful!"
Thinking back to favorite Zombie movies...
"I also adored Wanted: Undead or Alive. It was an entirely new take on the genre and the line "We gotta eat that squaw" was so hilarious on so many levels!"
Yes I can. At least I can before I must go. GF and I will be watching Men Who Stare at Goats and Fantastic Mr. Fox alone together snuggled on the couch in pajamas. and I don't want to miss that.
Also miss try to refrain from hurting yourself or dropping anything... er... attached to you in your exuberance. Mugs I can clean, blood comes out with proper cleaning and vinegar, but I'm fairly shite at sewing things back to other things.
*Disappears in the back picking up a long ulu and a set of oilcloth wrapped knives. Reappearing almost an hour later with a piping hot brain, steak, headcheese, and kidney pie*
"Now that's hot so let it cool for a minute after you cut into it, and that's fresh brain and kidney. Steak came from the dethaw though so it might be a little less fresh, but still cooked medium rare, I figured you'd want the juices, nice and boiling for the organs. Also wrapped the Kidney and brain in bacon first to let them sizzle a bit when they cooked. No fat to cook proper you know? But I must go for now, mayhaps we'll speak again later. Daisy."
* Setting the pie down with a glass of white wine and a small Vase with a daisy in it. Leaving with a pressure washer and whole tub of cleaning supplies, to clean and also leaving a fully butchered cow in the freezer of the pub dressed bled and prepared kosher. Dishes and knives washed and reset and the floor smelling of pine sol.*
"Thank you very much! Please say hi to Lady Reiha for me by the way."
Daisy enthusiastically devotes herself to eating. Her dish will be very clean by the time she's done with it and she will rinse it after licking every scrap of tasty-food from it.
Slips into the Apple and turns on the lights, I wipe off the bar and pour myself a drink, this place felt right tonight.... I wonder if anyone else will join me for a nightcap
Giggling at the above post, I enter the Bad Apple again. This place is great, it shouldn't die. I turn on the lights, noting their flicker, and then start to clean the bar, once it's shining I flick on the OPEN sign and see who shows up.
I sneak into the bar to find it empty, a big pitcher of Margaretta's sitting innocently on the counter!
Smiling I slip onto a stool fancying that I see a tag attached to the handle, For our little angel, that me right? Glancing furtively around I poor myself a glassful of the concoction, hmmmmmmm perfection!
Soon I am floating, oblivious to the world around me, Lit or otherwise.................
Chuckling softly as I come in from the back, I spy Yeishia slumped over her barstool. She'd gotten into our leftover pitcher of Margarita's. Clumsily, I half carry, half drag her to a booth and ensconce her there. I take one of the blankets from over near the fireplace and cover her up, smiling softly at the sleeping angel.
I look over the place once more, and hope that others see this a neutral ground too. And then I am gone, called back to the RL.
I slowly wake up disorientated wondering where I am. Groaning Ohhhh headache, ouch!! I remember, but have no idea how I got from the bar to here ,some wonderful soul had wrapped me in a blanket.
Margareta's taste wonderful but pack one hell of a punch it seems.
I need a hair of the dog, a pill of some sort, I need my bed. I slowly slip from the booth making it to the next one barely .
Oh Hell at this rate I shall never make it out of here
Que Sera Sera and I am gone, back to my own domain, nursing one hell of a hangover…..