Mickie's Irish Pub

Waving goodnight to Kitten Eyes and Man O Safety I decide to stick around for a little while longer and finish my drink. It will give me time to think about what to do next on the road to paradise.

As Mickie leaves, I give her a smile and a wave also and settle back in the comfy chair. The margaritas are starting to go to my head...better get something to eat before I get drunk.

Ooh, look! A fresh dish of goldfish-shaped pretzels! I love those!
 
Entering slighty nervously, not having been around for a while, Triatic wanders in, ordering a gin and tonic...
 
I yawn, overcome with a sudden and unexpected wave of weariness, and wander back out...maybe I'll catch some of you cats next time...
 
Jacey Wasey Pooh:

*Grining sheepishly as I enter the room* Pet names... Sorry. ;) *Blushing* *Starting to mutter.* Stiff he calls us... STIFF! ARGH!!! Erm... Well... Thats probably not a BAD thing over here is it?! Ah well... *Taking a seat I plant a fist under my chin and begin to look like nothing more than an old piece of art.*
 
Knocking back the last of my frozen margarita, I have to stifle a shout of triumph as it hits me: the sweet inspiration I need to finish my intro to the new multi-player thread! I've got to get home and type it up before it gets lost in the mists of my mind!

I get up and head back to the bar to drop a generous tip in front of the bartender -- my way of saying thank you for those delightful margaritas. With a wave and a smile I bid goodnight to the other patrons. See you all later!
 
I finished up the last of my drink and headed for the door
"see ya'll" I said.And left to go home.
 
Trish Stratus:

I walk into the bar, and as I scanned the surrounding I watched the all too familar turn of male heads towards my direction. I sigh. Normally I would be pleased, but the man I am waiting for seems to be away right now - the boss aka Phoenix.

I pick an empty seat, my short skirt riding high up my thighs and showing off lots of my leg, as I called out to the bar owner.

'One tequila please.'
 
Mickie

out of curiousity mfucker are you male/female? or a married couple using the same handle? you don't have to answer. I'm merely curious.

*walking in wearing plain slacks and sweater moving to bar getting a drink and watching the cozy place stir for evening crowd*
 
Deciding to head down to the Pub again, dressed a little more comfortably than last night. Wearing a sweater and jeans, I slip through the door, pick up a Pete's Wicked Ale at the bar and head to a table, waving at Mickie as I pass, "good evenin'"
 
Mickie

evening,

going to plug some of my threads now...*grin*
setting old west year later could use townspeople, gamblers, drifters, and whores and I would like a guy to write Dan bartending man applications taken via e-mail in case you can't use the e-mail link under my posts my e-mail is f_elusive@hotmail.com

gypsy camp (on the online role playing board) is dying, and I love that thread. we need gypsies and if nothing happens soon i'm going to do a timewarp and move ahead in time in it.

page two is a great place where too many good threads die, there is link to second page at bottome of board, don't let threads die because they fall off page one.

think that's all for now.

Mickie, the management
(which has man and men in it how cool it that?)
 
Walking into my favorite watering hole, I saw my dear friends MOS and Mickie. Waving to them, I get my usual White Russian and grab a seat next to MOS.

"Hey, how are you? A post for Parent/teacher is up. I have so many others to get caught up on. Why are the new threads always the easiest?" I ask ruefully.
 
"Hiya Kit, I think the new ones are the easiest because you don't have to devote as much time or effort to posting in character, you're still developing. In longer threads, you develop a relationship between the two (or more) characters so you have to make sure that everything you do is in character and meets your playmate's expectations too, at least that's one reason I think"
 
"Yep, I think you are right," I laugh. "Btw, MSN is giving my computer fits. Just this means another round with the belt?"
 
OOC: and intriguess, hope you'd let me hold my peace this time. though you almost hit it on the nail...hehe *hinthint*
 
Kitten Eyes said:
"Yep, I think you are right," I laugh. "Btw, MSN is giving my computer fits. Just this means another round with the belt?"

Mmm, baby you know that does sound like fun, but I thought it was your turn? If you can get things straightened out, I probably can too ;)
 
I walk into the pub, blow a kiss at the bartender, and order an Amstel Light. Beer in hand, I scan the bar and see some familiar faces. I smile and wave at Kitten Eyes and Man O Safety. This is only my second time in this place, but I already feel very comfortable.
 
"I think MSN is off for tonight. I'll uninstall and reload tomorrow. We're having quite a spectacular thunderstorm right now (really odd for December, kind of symbolic, wouldnt you say?) and I could lose power at any point."

I finished my White Russian and laugh, "Know any good driking games?"
 
I smile and wave TG over, thinking that we are quickly becoming regulars..sorta like Norm, Cliff and Frazier...is this a good thing?

Hiya Ticklish, I'm working on my response for our Road to Paradise, if you saw my earlier post here, you understand why it's taking me so long :)
 
Used to know many more drinking games than i can recall now :). Quarters, Thumper, Asshole...

One of my favorites though would have to be Suck Me Blow Me...hehehe

We have a chance of boomers, but they haven't come yet, and yes I agree, it is rather symbolic
 
I smile and walk over. I give KE and MOS each a peck on the cheek. To MOS I say, "That's okay, you take your time on Road to Paradise. Some things you just can't rush, right?"
 
"Hey TG, grab a seat. MOS and I were trying to think of drinking games." I ordered another White Russian and asked MOS, "Now Thumper sounds like a fun game (too bad he never RPs), how do you play?"
 
Let's see....to play Thumper, everyone has to choose some type of hand signal that becomes their "sign" everyone then starts drumming their hands on the table with someone (the last person to lose if I recall correctly) flashes someone else's "sign" that person then flashes another person's "sign" and so on until someone messes up, either missing their sign or not flashing somebody else's...when you lose, you drink...pretty simple
 
Wow, looks like my education has been sorely lacking, LOL. I never knew people played games like that.
 
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