Realm: second star to the right, straight until morning
Noticing the cards that have been put in front of the gentlemen, and thinking OOooo lots of stuff in his future... "Hi, my name is Zeb, and you are??" ( maybe I can pawn Anne of on this poor guy. By the look of the cards his upcoming events couldn't get much worse"
(Zeb, leaves Anne to sign up for a reading and heads back towards the bar... Winking at Izzy)
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Everyday is EARTH DAY to a farmer
"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde
Some men are drawn to oceans, they cannot breathe unless the air is scented with a salty mist. Others are drawn to land that is flat, and the air is sullen and is leaden as August. My people were drawn to mountains- Earl Hamner Jr.
Well, if I strike out with this Isabell, maybe the blonde will do... "So, Lady Isabell, have you been at this for a long time? I used to dabble myself, but I couldn't memorize all the meanings."
Realm: second star to the right, straight until morning
Now, finally back at the bar, relites pipe. Sitting observing the room. Anne seems to be waiting for her reading. I'll have to talk to Isablle later and find out what her major malfunction is... poor cats.....
Meanwhile, Mike has noticed the flame-haired beauty who has come in to do the tarot readings.
This has to be my mark, he thought. She matches the intel that was given to me to a 'T'.
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Mike F.
May the Irish hills caress you. May her lakes and rivers bless you. May the luck of the Irish enfold you. May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
OOC:W00t guys 'n gals! I'm proud of ye all. That means I can pull Tally out and do the locals and other NPCs (non-player-character). I already thought this would go unnoticed.... Time to bring in other stuff!
Tally watched the different guests mingle and smiled contently. This should be a place to come back to. She finished her Guinness and winked at the Keep. "Ta, min."
"Aye, see ye soon, hen."
And so Tally walked out of the pub leaving the chatter and the laughter behind her and stepped out into the coolness of night...
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Noticing the cards that have been put in front of the gentlemen, and thinking OOooo lots of stuff in his future... "Hi, my name is Zeb, and you are??" ( maybe I can pawn Anne of on this poor guy. By the look of the cards his upcoming events couldn't get much worse"
(Zeb, leaves Anne to sign up for a reading and heads back towards the bar... Winking at Izzy)
Thank God Zeb has gone away! She turns her attention to Isabelle and the horney young man who is having his fortune read. He seems a bit too eager to gain the green eyed woman's attention...
Wait a minute - is that a kilt and sporran he is wearing? Hmm I wonder what clan that tartan is...McDonald? No.... McGregor? No..... Could it be Campbell?
Realm: second star to the right, straight until morning
Sitting back, I notice that it has started raining . ( just what we need more rain. Oh, well looks like it's at least coming straight down. So not a lot of wind.
" Tom, give an other pint please." I've got the feeling this is going to be a LONG night.
( Looking around I see lots of newcomers to the pub. Granted it's been a while since I've been in. But, it's never been this busy. Not unless a games on. Which there isn't....)
Suddenly shaking himself awake...Brett realizes that he must have been asleep for days. Crap! His Guinness is missing, so are his smokes, and his SHOELACES!
Something pretty funny's going on here!
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Brett "I drink whiskey with me whiskey, and water with me water."
Mike has started to size up the crowd. He could tell that the bartender and the guy getting another Guinness, who'll be heading for the loo soon based on the way he's slammin' that motor oil down, could handle themselves in a fight. His mark, the attractive Irish gypsy, had curves in all the right places. He can tell the best place to look for a weapon is behind the bar.
The bartender, who kinda looked like the big beefy redhaired guy from Braveheart, came over and asked him: "Another Murphy's?"
"No, I'll take a Killian's this time."
This post has been edited by MDF3530 on 20-Jun-2003, 04:14 PM
Realm: second star to the right, straight until morning
(Noticing that the guy at the other end of the bar is missing his smokes. I holler) " ya need a smoke sleepy head?" (Laughter erupts at the bar...) I walk it down to him. Looking over at Isabelle, I notice that Anne is getting her reading and the guy that was there before is really eyein' her. I guy Isabelle shot him down...)
Christa Tinegra! He would show up the second I turned my back Pulls out a fifty. "Here, I hope this covers the reading. I've gotta go." I dart to my seat to dig in my jacket. Dammit, of all the days to forget the fookin' handcrossbow! I keep the vampire in sight, watching for a hostile action. I'm preparing to jump over the bar, hoping that there will be a shotgun, baseball bat, SOMETHING under there.