Forum Chat Bar & Grill - Page 50

David E. Gervais · #**491** January 25th, 2005, 09:48 AM

..I walk in and make my way to Mac's table,.. Mac looks up expecting me to start up a conversation, instead I open up the bag I'm carrying and pull out a large picture in an ornate wooden frame covered in gold leaf.. I hang the picture on the wall next to Mac.

mac5732 · #**492** January 25th, 2005, 11:57 PM

David, you old rascal, You found her in a new outfit.... Wahoooo. man she sure makes the old ticker pump the blood

Now where is Tim and Richard??? Have to talk to those boys and see if they can get her at their booth this year

The old one gazes upon the pic on the wall by his table that the fine David G put up for him.. aahhhhh me mutters, GT, eat your heart out you furry feline

David, have a brewski on me (I'll just put it on the Taz's tab since he hasn't been around

Kamog · #**493** January 26th, 2005, 03:22 AM

She looks even prettier than before!

General Woundwort · #**494** January 26th, 2005, 02:00 PM

A rippling warp in space announces the teleportation of the long-absent Woundwort. With a short break in-between classes, he needs some liquid refreshment.

Walking past Dave and Mac's table (with a quick blush), he strides up to the bar and sees... its empty.

"What? No bartender? What on earth has happened to this place? The Boss must be really out of the loop this time..."

Then he sees RD's note. He tears it off the pump and reads it.

"Well... I can't wait until this gets approved. I guess if I can't get someone to make my drinks, I'll have to do it myself."

A few punches on the wrist computer and Woundwort's flight suit is exchanged for a dress shirt with collar (no tie) and slacks, with a white apron. Another series of buttons and the bar is restocked with the finest of American microbrews, with Arrogant Bastard Ale prominently featured. (As per the Boss's edict, no mass-produced yellow "beers" in sight).

"Your new bartender has arrived! First round's on the house, in celebration of my initial good grades in school. Free advice and a sympathetic ear included."

Woundwort reaches under the bar to retrieve Taz's favorite washcloth, and whistling the tune "Master of the House", begins polishing the bar.

(RD - you have to take initiative.

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Raging Deadstar · #**495** January 26th, 2005, 04:46 PM

RD looks up and smiles, Initiative could wait, and Murphy never looked upon the cocky lightly. He presses a button on the laptop he was typing on and relaxes. All that strange teleportation and space ripping stuff Woundworts computer was doing made him a slightly easy to track target...

"Well No hard feelings Woundwort, after all, they said they needed more than one bartender, I'll just serve this side of the room..."

A Quick smile later RD turns round and undoes his collar, pulls on a pump to serve a drink, turns to say "Cheers" and watches satisfyingly as the ACME Homing weight that crashed through the roof and landed on Woundwort. Along it's side is the word "initiative."

RD whistles as he orders his transport outside to bring in some beverages that weren't American and from the Good Old Countries and Planets, he also brings out the old Starfury Cantina address book and hands it to Mac, the section entitled "FBW's."

"There's nothing like Competition amongst Staff no?"

General Woundwort · #**496** January 26th, 2005, 05:34 PM

The proximity alert goes off on Woundwort's wrist computer. There is a quick blip before the massive weight crashes through the roof onto the bar. Of course, the bar is now empty.

Another blip, and Woundwort is standing on top of the massive weight, surveying the wreckage of the bar (and the loss of all that good beer).

"RD, two things. One, you've got to stop wrecking the Boss's property. He just might be back one of these days, and I've got all your antics on record."

"Second, you've GOT to stop telegraphing your punches."

A quick series of punches on the wrist computer takes remote contol of the forklift bot bringing in RD's bootleg beverages. Woundwort sends it crashing into RD's table.

Woundwort salvages a bottle of Arrogant Bastard from the rubble, and toasts his adversary.

"Good to be back."

Raging Deadstar · #**497** January 26th, 2005, 05:46 PM

Looking at the pool of broken bottles around his table, and the destruction of part of the bar RD has to think fast.

"Since when Has been destroying the Boss's Property been a crime? We're on the....I lost count of how many cantinas there have been..."

Looks again at the destroyed beverages

"That's coming out of your Wage Slip, you break it, you bought it. I'm sure you got it recorded..."

RD turns to think about more important matters, mainly how we could get the Chainmail girl to work as an FBW here...

General Woundwort · #**498** January 26th, 2005, 07:20 PM

"Well, RD, usually he's the one doing the destroying. But be that as it may..."

A few taps on the wrist computer summons a pack of worker droids, who begin to clear out the debris from the bar and the table area. Meanwhile, another set of droids begins to reinstall the oak surface to the bar area. While they are at work, Woundwort activates the walkie-talkie on the computer.

"Sancho, bring in some of the stock from my ship for the bar. Make sure you throw in some European beers, too - and some Romulan Ale. We wouldn't want RD to have another fit, would we?"

mac5732 · #**499** January 27th, 2005, 01:55 AM

Wakened by a loud crash, The Old One looks around and sees that the old place is starting to look more like the old days, he waves at RD and GW as they move around behind the bar amongst all the new debris. hmm, The wize one pushes a button on his table and T-Rex appears from the parking lot. The wize one asks him kindly to clean up the mess on the floor as the weight is to much for a dustpan.. TR agrees after receiving his pay in a promise of tribble wings and begins the clean up. The old gentleman proceeds to mail a FBW application to our chain mail lady in waiting. Between her and the other FBW will give this old place some excellent eye candy

He then orders 2 brewskis, one from each of the new bartenders

Now if we can only find a new cook or two for the kitchen, we'll be back in business as usual he mumbles as he puts cooks wanted sign in all the local and interplanetary papers.....

David E. Gervais · #**500** January 27th, 2005, 08:48 AM

David is sitting at his table and is rumaging through a heap of something that looks like spagetti muttering to himself, "I'll untangle this mess, don't worry, I can do it." As he notices the commotion at the bar he presses a button and erects a level 20 forcefield around his work area.

Cheers!