Re: The Cantina
Turin is feeling increasingly edgy... almost violent. First there's the smell of that black stain in the floor which everyone is politely ignoring whilst holding their noses, and now there's this talk of American beer...
"Mr. Barkeep, one of those 'galactical gargle-thingies' to wash the idea of Buttweiser out of my mouth... and then a pint of your best Oatmeal Stout please, I'm hungry... Hey, is there a kitchen here?"
An FBW's 6-inch spike heel sinks into a rotting floorboard behind him. With a little squeal she realizes a mongoose bit it off before she pulled it out; the swagger in her hips on her way to the back room is now accentuated by her being totally lopsided. Turin watches admiringly out of the corner of his eye until she is out of sight.
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