06-05-2004, 08:05
His Excellency, Ruler of Freedoniaa, Rufus T. Firefly strides into the ballroom, his cigar aggressively juttting from his nose, just below the large moustache above it. His walk is a curious mixture of a King proudly representing his land and the slink of a hotel guest sneaking out to beat a bill. As the trumeteer lifts his horn to his lips to play an appropriate fanfare, the king quickly stuffs his hat inside the horn's bell.
"Not so fast, Junior" he admonishes in a strange and unsual accent, "The horeses aren't ready to go to the gate yet. They're still feeding the mudder her fodder. And if you think that's strange you've never been in St. Louis during the Mardi Gras."
Moving on before the trumpeteer can reply, King Firefly strides through the room, bumping into men and leering at women and occasionally vice versa. Then he spots the Envoy, hostess for the evening, standing and talking to a tall, distinguished looking gentleman near the dancfloor. Taking a fimer jawhold on his cigar, he stride/slinks over to them.
"Here ya go, young fella," handing the startled gentleman a crisp banknote. "That's ten chicolinis. Go get me a martini and you can keep the change."
The envoy's eyes grew wide at this affrontery..and as diplomaticly as possible she whispers to him "Your Majesty! That is a senior general you just gave 10 chicolinis to!"
"Oh my," Firefly says, his countenence concerned. "A ranking general you say? I am sorry...here's twenty chicolinis and make sure it's shaken and not stirred."
The general's jaw tightens as he turns and strides away, his voice truly offended as he says "Well, I never!"
"And you never will as long as you keep wearing those silly pants" Firefly offers to his retreating back...then, turning to the Envoy with a respectful leer, he speaks....
"So you're the lady in charge of this fly-by-night opperation. Come to think of it, you look like you could do a little flying by night yourself. You look like a production of Madame Butterfly without the Madame....Why don't you come away with me? We can leave in a taxi...if you dont like that, we could leave in a huff...if that's too soon we can leave in a minute and a huff. Can't you see what I'm trying to say to you? I love you. Will you marry me? Are you rich? Answer the second question first!"
The ball had just begun.
"Not so fast, Junior" he admonishes in a strange and unsual accent, "The horeses aren't ready to go to the gate yet. They're still feeding the mudder her fodder. And if you think that's strange you've never been in St. Louis during the Mardi Gras."
Moving on before the trumpeteer can reply, King Firefly strides through the room, bumping into men and leering at women and occasionally vice versa. Then he spots the Envoy, hostess for the evening, standing and talking to a tall, distinguished looking gentleman near the dancfloor. Taking a fimer jawhold on his cigar, he stride/slinks over to them.
"Here ya go, young fella," handing the startled gentleman a crisp banknote. "That's ten chicolinis. Go get me a martini and you can keep the change."
The envoy's eyes grew wide at this affrontery..and as diplomaticly as possible she whispers to him "Your Majesty! That is a senior general you just gave 10 chicolinis to!"
"Oh my," Firefly says, his countenence concerned. "A ranking general you say? I am sorry...here's twenty chicolinis and make sure it's shaken and not stirred."
The general's jaw tightens as he turns and strides away, his voice truly offended as he says "Well, I never!"
"And you never will as long as you keep wearing those silly pants" Firefly offers to his retreating back...then, turning to the Envoy with a respectful leer, he speaks....
"So you're the lady in charge of this fly-by-night opperation. Come to think of it, you look like you could do a little flying by night yourself. You look like a production of Madame Butterfly without the Madame....Why don't you come away with me? We can leave in a taxi...if you dont like that, we could leave in a huff...if that's too soon we can leave in a minute and a huff. Can't you see what I'm trying to say to you? I love you. Will you marry me? Are you rich? Answer the second question first!"
The ball had just begun.