The Chinal Pearl Inn part 8

LoL LS, that post made me chuckle.

:devil:

What? *looking completely innocent* It's a serious line of inquiry! I'll have you know that I earned this arse inspector badge through many years of hard work and dedication. This is a labor of love! *stomps my foot*

Say.... has anyone inspected YOUR hiney lately, Mister???

Drop 'em! :caning:

Good morning Shiny Shine:rose::rose:,

*rubs noses*

Gods- you're such a naughty lady!

I :heart: it:D.

:cattail::heart::devil:

*Smiles and noses back* I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a good, sweet, innocent ladybird. I am not now, nor have I ever been, naughty. Do not besmirch my good name lest I take it out of your backside as well. *smiles and rolls up the newspaper for snoot boops*

O you should see it Shiva! We have to keep them trim - it’s all that training!



O Uggg

Thank you so much. But you know as well as I do that we are only doing our jobs. I was lucky to be accepted by the army, then I was lucky to be recommended for Officer Traing where I met the most amazing person I’ve ever met - Robyn. She encouraged me to go for my NRR Badges which means I’m a Lioness.

In short I’m lucky to be doing the job I love.

Oh my! I am getting the vapors! You have me enrapt. Now I will be able to sleep with a huge smile on me face... not to mention where my hands will be. *tips my halo as I bow* You have done a very good thing this evening, indeed.

I agree with Uggg tho.. you ladies do us civvies all proud. *huge hugs*
 
Let me put this to bed once and for all. I’m Jewish! Us Jews are known for being tight arsed! End of! Lol

I had an amazing few days but as CG suggested I didn’t see a lot of Paris :devil:

Steve and I have a good understanding, we’re both career minded and have no desire to ‘settle down’. But he’s good for me and he says I’m good for him. So we’ve both got smiles on our faces today.
 
Let me put this to bed once and for all. I’m Jewish! Us Jews are known for being tight arsed! End of! Lol

I had an amazing few days but as CG suggested I didn’t see a lot of Paris :devil:

Steve and I have a good understanding, we’re both career minded and have no desire to ‘settle down’. But he’s good for me and he says I’m good for him. So we’ve both got smiles on our faces today.

Am I allowed to laugh at this? I don't care, I'm gonna anyway!! xD :kiss:

Oh Robyn dear you make me grin. :heart:

I'm glad to hear that you and Steve are being smart about this. You have a real good head on your shoulders xD much better than mine!!
 
Let me put this to bed once and for all. I’m Jewish! Us Jews are known for being tight arsed! End of! Lol

I had an amazing few days but as CG suggested I didn’t see a lot of Paris :devil:

Steve and I have a good understanding, we’re both career minded and have no desire to ‘settle down’. But he’s good for me and he says I’m good for him. So we’ve both got smiles on our faces today.

Great Robyn I think you and Steve had thought it out and have come to a decision that works for you both.:rose::kiss:
 
A curvy gal enters the Inn and weaves her way to the bar, having already begun giving the middle finger to this week with a few cocktails.

Hey, everybody. How goes it? What a shite week.
 
A curvy gal enters the Inn and weaves her way to the bar, having already begun giving the middle finger to this week with a few cocktails.

Hey, everybody. How goes it? What a shite week.

Hiya Ruby:rose:,

did you see my thingy?

:eek:*Eyes pop out as I realize what I just said*:eek:

No wait... I mean my other thingy!:D

Uggg:rose:
 

Hiya Ruby:rose:,

did you see my thingy?

:eek:*Eyes pop out as I realize what I just said*:eek:

No wait... I mean my other thingy!:D

Uggg:rose:

Yes, dear Uggg, I saw your "other thingy." :D I don't care what you say or how reassuring you tried to be, I am completely intimidated and feel as though you are in a different, and much better, league.
 
A curvy gal enters the Inn and weaves her way to the bar, having already begun giving the middle finger to this week with a few cocktails.

Hey, everybody. How goes it? What a shite week.

Sorry to hear you had such a bad week Ruby. Mine was AMAZING! Sending love and a hug👍
 
Yes, dear Uggg, I saw your "other thingy." :D I don't care what you say or how reassuring you tried to be, I am completely intimidated and feel as though you are in a different, and much better, league.

Pfffft! :p

Don't be silly.

This will be fun... just aim for fun:D

Uggg:rose:
 
Sorry to hear you had such a bad week Ruby. Mine was AMAZING! Sending love and a hug👍

Hiya Robyn:rose:,

Glad to hear you enjoyed a week of "poll dancing practice" in Paris;).

How long till next you get to see this gentleman friend of yours?

Uggg:rose:
 
After being pulled away for most of the day, running various errands, getting prepared for the whirlwind of insanity that tomorrow brings, and trying to find time to sleep between responding to seven separate PMs, she finally takes her first few steps back into the CPI. As she does, she glances around to see if she spots any familiar faces. A polite nod to anyone whose eyes meet hers.

Adorned in a simple, crimson, over-sized sweater (that hangs off her left shoulder from being dragged down by her bag) and dark leggings, she raises her watch closer to her face, twisting her wrist quickly to activate it's light source. A dull glow reflects on her glasses and she sighs, disheartened.
"So much for me promising I'd be back here this afternoon..."

A slow, cautious, walk towards the bar, she asks for a glass of the driest wine they have to offer. As she waits for it to be poured she turns and looks again, expectantly. Eyes trying to pierce the darkness of out-of-the-way nooks and crannies, searching for a very specific someone. As the glass is offered to her, she smiles, with a quiet 'thank you,' and takes it. Sauntering over to a comfortable chair, she places her glass on the side table next to it. Then, she rummages in the messenger bag, taking great care to slip off her shoes in the same awkward motion.

When she finds what she's looking for--an old, worn, teal crochet hook--she smiles and climbs into the chair, tucking her feet beneath her. Further digging in her bag, she pulls out a skein of black yarn and an unfinished black and red blanket; she sets all the items in her lap for a moment just to turn and grasp her glass of wine. She sips it and sighs, a small smile creeping across her face, then places it down and quietly goes to work.



((EDIT: been dragoned is not a word :p))
 
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After being pulled away for most of the day, running various errands, getting prepared for the whirlwind of insanity that tomorrow brings, and trying to find time to sleep between responding to seven separate PMs, she finally takes her first few steps back into the CPI. As she does, she glances around to see if she spots any familiar faces. A polite nod to anyone whose eyes meet hers.

Adorned in a simple, crimson, over-sized sweater (that hangs off her left shoulder from being drug down by her bag) and dark leggings, she raises her watch closer to her face, twisting her wrist quickly to activate it's light source. A dull glow reflects on her glasses and she sighs, disheartened.
"So much for me promising I'd be back here this afternoon..."

A slow, cautious, walk towards the bar, she asks for a glass of the driest wine they have to offer. As she waits for it to be poured she turns and looks again, expectantly. Eyes trying to pierce the darkness of out-of-the-way nooks and crannies, searching for a very specific someone. As the glass is offered to her, she smiles, with a quiet 'thank you,' and takes it. Sauntering over to a comfortable chair, she places her glass on the side table next to it. Then, she rummages in the messenger bag, taking great care to slip off her shoes in the same awkward motion.

When she finds what she's looking for--an old, worn, teal crochet hook--she smiles and climbs into the chair, tucking her feet beneath her. Further digging in her bag, she pulls out a skein of black yarn and an unfinished black and red blanket; she sets all the items in her lap for a moment just to turn and grasp her glass of wine. She sips it and sighs, a small smile creeping across her face, then places it down and quietly goes to work.


Hiya BT,

Haven't seen FD yet today.

You want me to keep the bottle on ice?

*indicates the dry Riesling she opened with a nod of the head*

Not sure I've heard of a bag that drugs down things before;), interesting thing that.

Uggg:rose:
 
Hiya BT,

Haven't seen FD yet today.

You want me to keep the bottle on ice?

*indicates the dry Riesling she opened with a nod of the head*

Not sure I've heard of a bag that drugs down things before;), interesting thing that.

Uggg:rose:

She blushed at the mention of FD's name and mumbled awkwardly to herself: "is it *that* obvious?"

She then looked up from her crocheting and nodded at Uggg.

“If you don’t mind,” she smiles, then giggles. “And, yeah, Y’know, drug, dragged, been dragoned… whatever I meant to say. It’s been a long day.” She playfully sticks her tongue out at him, puts her crafting down, and takes a long drink of her wine. The tannin lingers at the back of her throat, sending a slight shiver down her body.


((Edit: repeating myself repeating myself is fun, pfft))
 
I will try my hardest. I meant to ask, though... were you offering to show me your first "thingy."

*Blushes deeply*

:eek::eek:That's private!:eek::eek:

*Remembers something important*

Oh yes, I had a couple of things to discuss with you regarding the SRP. I'll flick you a PM.:)

Uggg:rose:
 
Sorry to hear you had such a bad week Ruby. Mine was AMAZING! Sending love and a hug👍

Robyn, I was so glad to see you enjoyed your time in Paris, even if you didn't see much of Paris itself. This week has just been a comedy of errors. Tomorrow is another football match, though it is an afternoon match. ;)
 
She blushed at the mention of FD's name and mumbled awkwardly to herself: "is it *that* obvious?"

She then looked up from her crocheting and nodded at Uggg.

“If you don’t mind,” she smiles, then giggles. “And, yeah, Y’know, drug, dragged, been dragoned… whatever I meant to say. It’s been a long day.” She playfully sticks her tongue out at him, puts her crafting down, and takes a long drink of her wine. The tannin lingers at the back of her throat, sending a slight shiver down her body.


((Edit: repeating myself repeating myself is fun, pfft))

He posts in third person italic as he is feeling exceedingly polite tonight;). In quick efficient moves he pulls an ice bucket from under the bar and puts her bottle in it before heading out the back to collect some shaved Ice from Phoo's massive walk in freezer.

He returns and leaves the bucket complete with ice and bottle (inside it) on her table with a polite smile, before heading back to the bar.


"Enjoy!"

He admires his own 'fanciness' after using quotation marks:D

Now if only he'd remembered to wear pants today he might have even be able to pass himself off as one of the real people
 

He posts in third person italic as he is feeling exceedingly polite tonight;). In quick efficient moves he pulls an ice bucket from under the bar and puts her bottle in it before heading out the back to collect some shaved Ice from Phoo's massive walk in freezer.

He returns and leaves the bucket complete with ice and bottle (inside it) on her table with a polite smile, before heading back to the bar.


"Enjoy!"

He admires his own 'fanciness' after using quotation marks:D

Now if only he'd remembered to wear pants today he might have even be able to pass himself off as one of the real people

She giggled. "Thanks Uggg!"

She only then realized he wasn't wearing pants, and tilted her head to catch a glimpse before he made his way back around the bar. Blushing, she looked back down at her crocheting, and nervously started working on it again. She began softly singing her rendition of Marry Me as she ran several lines of single crochet.
 
Why's it gone quiet in her all of a sudden. Quick someone say something!!:eek:

I DO NOT WANT TO BE ABLE TO HEAR WHAT PHOO IS SINGING IN THE KITCHEN!

*puts hands over ears and crouches in the fetal position.*
 
You will be very hard pressed to find anyone on lit who's had that privilege I assure you.

And that's about all I'm gonna say on this subject:p

You may consider the subject well and truly changed;)

Uggg:rose:

I didn't necessarily mean for real, silly Uggg. You were speaking of walking around without pants. LOL.
 
Why's it gone quiet in her all of a sudden. Quick someone say something!!:eek:

I DO NOT WANT TO BE ABLE TO HEAR WHAT PHOO IS SINGING IN THE KITCHEN!

*puts hands over ears and crouches in the fetal position.*


She looks up at Uggg and puts her crocheting down.

“My time has come…” she mutters and knocks back the rest of her first glass of wine. She clears her throat, climbs onto the chair, and sings at the top of her lungs. “Start spreading the news!”

She sways back and forth on the cushion. “I’m leaving today!” she tips an invisible hat to the audience. “I want to be a part of it… NEW YORK, NEW YORK!”

She blinks and suddenly realizes that that was not what Uggg meant. She sheepishly climbs down out of the chair, pours herself another glass of wine, and attempts to hide her face.
 
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