NationStates Jolt Archive

The young man placed the banner over the door. "Grand Opening!" It said. The Club was finally open.

Free pool, free bar, free food, free entertainment, free rooms, free chairs, free gym everything you could want, it was there. The gigantic mansion sprawled all over the land. It was beautiful, made of brick, and was extremely luxurious. All were welcome. People could come, rest, socialize, perhaps even a little bit more...

The young, handsome, dark-haired, and well-built man entered the incredible place, cracked open an ice-cold Guinness and sat down.

He smiled, "This is going to be fun."

He realized that he was just in time for the main event, as a bell rung by an expensively-dressed woman caused the room to hush.

"Thank you all for coming. Before we start, I would just like to say that there are extra towels in the foyer if you need any. Now let's enjoy ourselves tonight!"

Immediately, the back doors flew open and several dogs, goats, and sheep were led inside. A satisfied cheer rose up around the room as people began stripping off their clothes.

What the hell kind of party is this, the man thought.

He realized that he was just in time for the main event, as a bell rung by an expensively-dressed woman caused the room to hush.

"Thank you all for coming. Before we start, I would just like to say that there are extra towels in the foyer if you need any. Now let's enjoy ourselves tonight!"

Immediately, the back doors flew open and several dogs, goats, and sheep were led inside. A satisfied cheer rose up around the room as people began stripping off their clothes.

What the hell kind of party is this, the man thought.

OOC: Actualy, I'm the only person here, the only people in the club are those who post. Sorry.

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Well, at least this is a change from the Paradise Beach Club.

The young man placed the banner over the door. "Grand Opening!" It said. The Club was finally open.

Free pool, free bar, free food, free entertainment, free rooms, free chairs, free gym everything you could want, it was there. The gigantic mansion sprawled all over the land. It was beautiful, made of brick, and was extremely luxurious. All were welcome. People could come, rest, socialize, perhaps even a little bit more...

The young, handsome, dark-haired, and well-built man entered the incredible place, cracked open an ice-cold Guinness and sat down.

He smiled, "This is going to be fun."

*A somewhat disheveled older woman enters the club looking disgruntled.* If I were to ask for Blue Moon, deep-fried artichoke hearts and good conversation, would that be available?

*A somewhat disheveled older woman enters the club looking disgruntled.* If I were to ask for Blue Moon, deep-fried artichoke hearts and good conversation, would that be available?


"Yes, that would be fine"

This reminds me of the old NS Boudoir :cool:

a middle-aged asian man walks in, looks around as if surveying the place. He wanders over to the bar and almost absentmindedly splashes together several bottles into a brandy glass.

with a nostalgic smile on his face, he takes the now full glass over to a booth in the far corner and settles in.

well, well, well, let's see how this turns out.

HP looks around. Already a few people have entered the Club, and they all seem to be enjoying it.

Finishing his can of Guinness, HP turns on the TV. The Patriots are playing the Dolphins (American Football). HP, a Patriots fan, is pleased. Rarely do American football games get broadcast out here.

But, before HP could enjoy his game, he needed to meet these people. HP said loudly, although not yelling, "Attention, everyone!"

"First of all, I would like to welcome everyone to this little place. Its simply called "The Club". Whatever you want here, provided you ask, is obtainable. Of course, I hope you exercise caution with your requests. You may smoke and drink, but if you must use drugs, there is a special area for using it. There is also a small rehab area if you would like to get off it."

"The televisions have numerous channels and are in high definition. If you do not see your favorite channel, inform me and I will work my hardest to get you that channel. Another note of caution, if you feel you must watch pornography, there are televisions in the many suites. I will not allow the watching of such programs in the public areas of the suite."

"All items are free, we have every type of alcoholic beverage known to man, some known to aliens. I don't know why we have the latter, just that we have it. Cigarettes of all kinds are available."

"We have many suites here, feel free to stay here, even live here. That is what they are built for. I only kindly ask that you treat me with the same respect that I will treat you with. I would hope you are all better than petty thugs and vandals. Treat your friends with respect as well."

"Socializing is the main purpose of this club, so feel free to. You can make friends, lovers, and even a spouse (We have all types of churches and temples for all religions.) You can talk, laugh, kiss, and perhaps even more..."

"Remember, if anyone needs help, if anyone just needs someone to talk to, if anyone needs a friend, I am here."

"Oh, where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. My name is HP. (OOC: Please use your nation's names or make up one, I prefer you do not use your RL name for your own safety. Also make up your person. You can base them on yourself, but don't use your exact information.) I am 21 years old. I came upon an immense fortune at the age of 19, and, through wise and incredibly lucky investments, acquired trillions of dollars. I hope you all enjoy this place."

*Ju quirks his eyebrow at the introduction.*

well, if that's the norm here...

Friends call me Ju. Enemies... well, I don't have any currently alive so I really don't know what they call me...

*Ju pops a piece of pretzel into his mouth and washes it down with his drink, putting his glass on the otherwise empty table infront of him*

anything else you wanna know, just ask, and maybe I'll answer.

Arty, tired from a long day's worth of work, enters "The Club," going to the portion that is set up similar to McSorley's. Ordering like a pro, he orders the dark ale, with a "keep 'em coming" remark, then turns to the Rangers' game. Since it's McSorley's, There is little talking, and those that wish to be left alone can be, especially from their wives.

*Settles into a comfortable chair by the fireplace with her Blue Moon and artichoke hearts. Removes the orange slice from her drink, places it on a convenient saucer, and takes a drink. Bites into an artichoke heart. Sighs contentedly and raises her glass in a general toast.*

*stumbles in through front door*
Hey, i heard you folks have sheep?
There's some of the less scrupulous folk 'round here who may involve them in some unsavory smilies or two.
*looks around nervously*
So .... anyone seen Ruffy?
*bounds off out the door again*

"Beekers ears perk up at the mention of sheep...being a welshman it reminds him of home...he sighs...and returns to reading the funnies in the paper"

*Glares at door and mumbles.* Animals, they're all animals. *Returns to drinking Blue Moon and gazing at fire.*

*stumbles in through front door*
Hey, i heard you folks have sheep?
There's some of the less scrupulous folk 'round here who may involve them in some unsavory smilies or two.
*looks around nervously*
So .... anyone seen Ruffy?
*bounds off out the door again*

*watches the stranger leave*

Guess no one else was needed for that conversation...

*stumbles in through front door*
Hey, i heard you folks have sheep?
There's some of the less scrupulous folk 'round here who may involve them in some unsavory smilies or two.
*looks around nervously*
So .... anyone seen Ruffy?
*bounds off out the door again*

*Looks away from fire at Straughn.* Sheep? Ruffy? In the same breath? *Shudders.*

*wanders in, plops down on the couch, and puts feet up on ottoman.*

Hiya.

*reaches out and grabs a handful of salted nuts*

Kyle stumbles into the bar, nearly hitting the nearby table. After managing to avoid the piece of furniture, the sleepy nineteen-year-old falls down on the floor into a deep slumber.

*watches the stranger leave*

Guess no one else was needed for that conversation...

*pokes head in*
If sometimes you can't hear what i'm saying, it's 'cuz sometimes i'm speaking in parentheses.
*dissipates again*

*Glares at door and mumbles.* Animals, they're all animals. *Returns to drinking Blue Moon and gazing at fire.*

"Excellent choice," says a young man in a top hat. "I prefer Anchor steam, myself, but I like most of the ones that aren't cheap crap."

Looking towards the fire, he adds "Say, do you like car bombs or depth charges or whatever the hell they're calling them?"

*wanders in with Little Bo Peepesque bonnet on*

*yells from just outside*
"Anti-Social Darwinism! Anything going on in there?"

"Excellent choice," says a young man in a top hat. "I prefer Anchor steam, myself, but I like most of the ones that aren't cheap crap."

Looking towards the fire, he adds "Say, do you like car bombs or depth charges or whatever the hell they're calling them?"

I like pipe bombs. Simple, easy to make, effective. *looks at Straughn.* Nothing much going on. Ruffy's looking for sheep. Callisdrun's going to bomb someone. I'm getting drunk.

*yells from just outside*
"Anti-Social Darwinism! Anything going on in there?"

*Man walks in* "Hi can i come in ?" *Bitch slaps the bartender* "Lets have an orgy"

*Man walks in* "Hi can i come in ?" *Bitch slaps the bartender* "Lets have an orgy"

*Rises from seat by the fire and walks up to Rogue Protoss, lurching slightly.* I like things the way they are. *Slips pipe bomb in RPs pants.*

*A 37-year-old music professor walks into The Club. He is six feet tall, not yet trim but no longer pudgy, brown hair trimmed neatly over his ears, Silhouette glasses over brown eyes tinged with green and gold, and a smile which, though far from winning, always puts up a good fight.*

A pint of Sudwerk maerzen and a plate of dungeness crab-cakes. It's payday.

*He glances around and notices A-SD and her excellent taste in libations. While he is in the best shape of his 30s, he's not feeling bulletproof. As such, he tucks the thoughts of the things he could do to/with/near the attractive younger woman and the conversations they might set alight into a mental file drawer marked "too sober yet". He glides, with only minimal effort, over to the fireplace and the Eames chair located thereby. His order arrives.*

Thank you, publican stalwart.

*slips the waiter a twenty*

Run me a tab, yeoman, and set up the thoughtful-looking woman with the artichoke fancy with another round.

*Ben inhaled the balanced malt-hop aroma of his maerzen, crafted so lovingly in the city of Davis, CA, closed his eyes and sighed inwardly as the amber goodness awakened his tongue.*

I am confused and scared by this thread. That is all.

We need music. *Walks over to juke box hidden by fireplace and begins looking for an appropriate selection.* Hmmm. Vivaldi - no, Grieg - no, Mozart - no, Dvorak - no. I mean, I like them all, but they just don't fit the mood. Ah - Beethoven's 9th, that'll do it every time. *Makes selection, sits back down and begins waving left index finger in time to the music, eyes closed. Gets back up and choses Bohemian Rhapsody to follow. Sits back down.*

*Ju looks around and makes his way to the jukebox.*

hmm... "I'd do anything for love" by Meatloaf followed by...

"Mummer's Dance" by Loreena McKennitt.

*heads for the bar and randomly splashes liquid from several bottles into his brandy glass then heads back towards his booth. On his way he stops by one of the guests (Ifreann) and whispers.*

"If you think this is scary now... just you wait... when the black winged bi *coughs*... person comes in..." ;)

*The last ducet tones of Ms. McKennitt's harp echo through the warm walnut walls of The Club's main bar. Ben strolls over to the jukebox and selects Holst. As the first menacing strains of "Mars, Bringer of War" move with their magma-like inevitability up from the low strings, Ben looks around...*

"Any of you lovely young women know how to tango in five-four?"

HP walks around. More and more people are coming in, all interesting in their own way.

Alas, there are no pretty girls around his age, so far as he can tell, to talk to. HP sighs. "Oh well," he thought, "At least there are people. He cracked open a Mountain Dew and walked into the kitchen. He pulled out a frozen pizza and began baking it.

"Does anyone want anything while I'm up?" he asks.

HP walks around. More and more people are coming in, all interesting in their own way.

Alas, there are no pretty girls around his age, so far as he can tell, to talk to. HP sighs. "Oh well," he thought, "At least there are people. He cracked open a Mountain Dew and walked into the kitchen. He pulled out a frozen pizza and began baking it.

"Does anyone want anything while I'm up?" he asks.

Yes. I'd like about a 12" length of PVC pipe, a fuse and nitroglycerin. Oh, and while you're at it, we're out of Blue Moon and artichoke hearts. *looks bleakly at Intangelon. Goes to juke box and selects Danse Macabre by St. Saens, One by Metallica and Songs From the Wood by Jethro Tull.*

Yes. I'd like about a 12" length of PVC pipe, a fuse and nitroglycerin. Oh, and while you're at it, we're out of Blue Moon and artichoke hearts. *looks bleakly at Intangelon. Goes to juke box and selects Danse Macabre by St. Saens, One by Metallica and Songs From the Wood by Jethro Tull.*

One of HP's eyebrows goes up. PVC pipe? Fuses? Nitroglycerin? Weird. Blue Moon and artichoke hearts, however, were easily obtainable. "Sorry, but I don't serve materials that can be used as bombs. I can restock Blue Moon and artichoke hearts."

I like pipe bombs. Simple, easy to make, effective. *looks at Straughn.* Nothing much going on. Ruffy's looking for sheep. Callisdrun's going to bomb someone. I'm getting drunk.

*vomits*... pipe bombs are probably the most disgusting drink I've ever heard of... PBR, Popov and Milk... ugghhhh...

Yes. I'd like about a 12" length of PVC pipe, a fuse and nitroglycerin. Oh, and while you're at it, we're out of Blue Moon and artichoke hearts. *looks bleakly at Intangelon. Goes to juke box and selects Danse Macabre by St. Saens, One by Metallica and Songs From the Wood by Jethro Tull.*

*After deftly managing a solo tango in five-four time, the withering glare from A-SD confirms what he's known for some time*

"There's no accounting for taste, luv."

*Ben drained his maerzen and went to work on his deliciously sweet and succulent dungeness crab cakes. He rejoced in the dexterity of Saint-Saens, the pinpoint anger of Metallica and managed to tolerate the mindless meandering of Tull without regurgitating.*

*Rises from seat by the fire and walks up to Rogue Protoss, lurching slightly.* I like things the way they are. *Slips pipe bomb in RPs pants.*

fuck you *hits ASD, throws him on the ground, puts a rat on his stomach and a bucket on top of the rat and heats up the bucket*

fuck you *hits ASD, throws him on the ground, puts a rat on his stomach and a bucket on top of the rat and heats up the bucket*

*Ben witnesses the exchange and shakes his head.*

"Biiiig mistake."

*He gets up from his seat, the last forkful of crab cake still playing footsie with his tongue, and strides quickly to a seat with a nice, high, protective back on it and orders up some popcorn.*

"This oughta be good. A-SD just loves to be insulted and misgendered."

fuck you *hits ASD, throws him on the ground, puts a rat on his stomach and a bucket on top of the rat and heats up the bucket*

*looks at Intangelon quizzically, shrugs. From her prone position does a quick judo sweep with her legs, neatly layin RP on the ground. She rises, tosses the rat out the door.* Poor thing, how dare you abuse a helpless animal. *She then firmly fixes the bucket over RP's head, pulls him up and frog marches him to the door, where he quickly follows the rat.* I told you, I like things the way the are.

*Goes to the jukebox, ponders, then selects some songs from Queensryche.*

Kyle wakes up, rubs his eyes, and looks around.

"Where am I?"

*looks at Intangelon quizzically, shrugs. From her prone position does a quick judo sweep with her legs, neatly layin RP on the ground. She rises, tosses the rat out the door.* Poor thing, how dare you abuse a helpless animal. *She then firmly fixes the bucket over RP's head, pulls him up and frog marches him to the door, where he quickly follows the rat.* I told you, I like things the way the are.

*Goes to the jukebox, ponders, then selects some songs from Queensryche.*

*Fires a RPG at ASD* Die die die!

*enters with laptop*
*wonders why the hell he entered*
*thinks 'meh' and decides to make friends*

"My name's Ilaer, and I'd like to treat you all to a drink. Just don't touch my laptop. Srsly."

*looks at Intangelon quizzically, shrugs. From her prone position does a quick judo sweep with her legs, neatly layin RP on the ground. She rises, tosses the rat out the door.* Poor thing, how dare you abuse a helpless animal. *She then firmly fixes the bucket over RP's head, pulls him up and frog marches him to the door, where he quickly follows the rat.* I told you, I like things the way the are.

*Goes to the jukebox, ponders, then selects some songs from Queensryche.*

*Smiles appreciatively and raises his glass (now filled with Ayinger doppelbock)*

"That's the spirit."

*Fires a RPG at ASD* Die die die!

*Ben cocks his thumb and index finger like a gun, points it at the incoming round and drops his thumb to his index knuckle. With a soft pop, the missile disappears.*

"My nickname's Popinjay, junior. That grenade is now expending its fuel and falling into the Pacific Ocean a thousand miles from anywhere. Play nice or it won't be just the weapon next time. Please -- we're here to relax."

*Nodding his head in time to "Jet City Woman", Ben strolls back his comfy Eames chair with his glass of dark goodness.*

*enters with laptop*
*wonders why the hell he entered*
*thinks 'meh' and decides to make friends*

"My name's Ilaer, and I'd like to treat you all to a drink. Just don't touch my laptop. Srsly."

*Ben cranes his neck to the front door and lifts his glass in salute.*

"Wouldn't dream of it. Make mine a Kostritzer schwarzbier, please. The fire is lovely, if that's your thing. Otherwise, welcome and enjoy yourself."

*A large ugly bald man in filthy biker leathers stumbles out of the bathroom. Looks around the bar as he adjusts his sunglasses, before making his way up to the bar*

*Seeing no one around, he helps himself to a Guinness*

*Beeker looks up at the foul smelling stranger...wary of his disshevelled looks and feels for his gun...but after he orders a guinness Beeker relaxes his grip on the weapon...no assassin could possibly drink the black stuff*

*Fires a RPG at ASD* Die die die!

AN RPG, you idiot. Gods, how I dislike it when people misuse the language. *Shakes head, picks up another plate of deep-fried artichoke hearts and a Blue Moon. Settles in by the fireplace and listens, eyes half-closed, to Silent Lucidity.*

*Shakes head, picks up another plate of deep-fried artichoke hearts and a Blue Moon. Settles in by the fireplace and listens, eyes half-closed, to Silent Lucidity.*

*thinks to self, "How odd ... only yesterday i played that song on piano on the first take, with vocals, for the first time."*
*ponders for a while*
*dissipates*

*Fires a RPG at ASD* Die die die!

*pulls out a paintball gun and opens fire on RP*

Dye! Dye! Dye!

*pulls out a paintball gun and opens fire on RP*

Dye! Dye! Dye!

*throws vomit grenades at JuNii* bite me!

*throws vomit grenades at JuNii* bite me!

*picks up a tennis racket and lobs them back to RP.*

That will cost you extra tho. :D

*shakes his bald, scarred head at all the silliness. Gets up and move toward the door which leads to the lobby*

*seeing the lobby empty and no one at the check in desk, the man helps himself to a room key and starts climbing the stairs* Third floor south should be nice this time of year.

*Ben cranes his neck to the front door and lifts his glass in salute.*

"Wouldn't dream of it. Make mine a Kostritzer schwarzbier, please. The fire is lovely, if that's your thing. Otherwise, welcome and enjoy yourself."

*hands it to Ben*

"Here you go, and enjoy. I think I'll stay away from the fire for now, thanks; I'm feeling a bit under the weather."

*gets himself a drink*

*picks up a tennis racket and lobs them back to RP.*

That will cost you extra tho. :D

*football puntback at JuNii* how much?

AN RPG, you idiot. Gods, how I dislike it when people misuse the language. *Shakes head, picks up another plate of deep-fried artichoke hearts and a Blue Moon. Settles in by the fireplace and listens, eyes half-closed, to Silent Lucidity.*

*Should've known she'd have gone for that track. I still dig Jet City Woman, though. At least she has some taste.*

*hands it to Ben*

"Here you go, and enjoy. I think I'll stay away from the fire for now, thanks; I'm feeling a bit under the weather."

*gets himself a drink*

"Finest kind -- many thanks. And unless you spend lot of time higher than the troposphere, I'm afraid you'll always be under the weather. Regardless, I hope you feel better."

*Sips his smoky elixir.*

*throws vomit grenades at JuNii* bite me!

"Right. I warned you."

*Ben again cocks his thumb and points it at the noisome guest. He thinks better of thinking of the cell in the Cloisters with Bubba the Conjugal Visitor, and instead imagines the far, unpopulated end of the parking lot. He drops his thumb twice.*

Pop. Pop.

*Rogue Protoss and his host of grenades reappear inside the dumpster at the edge of the lot.*

BOOM-splortch.
BOOM-spletch.
BOOM-flaughf.

*RP is covered in the stomach contents of whatever vile creature gave them for those horrid weapons.*

"Parsley, sage, rosemary and, apparently, chyme."

*mild chuckle*

*football puntback at JuNii* how much?

What are you, three? *Rolls eyes.* You need a babysitter, and I'm not it. *Finds cage of feces flinging monkeys, deposits RP with them.* Now you're with your own kind.

"If you guys really want to fight, there is a combat area down the hall." HP sighed.

*football puntback at JuNii* how much?*looks through cage bars*
if you gotta ask... ;)

*Takes ASD's plate and glass and goes to the kitchen and comes back with a fresh plate of deep-fried artichoke hearts and a new glass of Blue Moon*

don't think those are fit to eat anymore...

*A massive, 6-foot armored figure enters. Looking around, he surveys the room, a sneer of contempt on his battle scarred face. Unimpressed by anything he sees, he walks toward a table, a static field of raw power surrounding him, a low hum of barely contained energy with each movement of his rippling muscles.*

*Neo Bretonnia comes in behind him and says "Hey did y'all SEE that guy?" then looks around for a good place to get a bacon cheeseburger with plenty of mushrooms on it.*

What are you, three? *Rolls eyes.* You need a babysitter, and I'm not it. *Finds cage of feces flinging monkeys, deposits RP with them.* Now you're with your own kind.

fine i'll play nice, how about i take ya to dinner! ;)

"Right. I warned you."

*Ben again cocks his thumb and points it at the noisome guest. He thinks better of thinking of the cell in the Cloisters with Bubba the Conjugal Visitor, and instead imagines the far, unpopulated end of the parking lot. He drops his thumb twice.*

Pop. Pop.

*Rogue Protoss and his host of grenades reappear inside the dumpster at the edge of the lot.*

BOOM-splortch.
BOOM-spletch.
BOOM-flaughf.

*RP is covered in the stomach contents of whatever vile creature gave them for those horrid weapons.*

"Parsley, sage, rosemary and, apparently, chyme."

*mild chuckle*

sorry i'll be nice:)

*let's RP outta the cage.*

... I think you better wash up first tho...

*Having made use of the facilities in his room, a much cleaner (but still a mean and ugly bastard) makes his way to the bar*

*seeing the people helping themselves, he raids the fridge*

*Having overheard something about an arena, the heretofor unnamed ugly guy takes his raw steak and goes looking around for it*

*Enters*

Well this is new....

*Enters*

Well this is new....

*looks around*

not really, been here for a couple of days at least. ;)

*looks around*

not really, been here for a couple of days at least. ;)

That's what I get for not paying attention. At least everything is free. I also wonder why no one has gone to the room of naked chicks. I'm off there now.

*let's RP outta the cage.*

... I think you better wash up first tho...

*cleans himself up* there now shall we head on to Applebee's

That's what I get for not paying attention. At least everything is free. I also wonder why no one has gone to the room of naked chicks. I'm off there now.
whatever floats your boat...

tho really... a room full of defeathered baby birds really does nothing for me. :D

The pizza was finally finished. He pulled it out of the oven, let it cool, cut it into slices, and dug in.

whatever floats your boat...

tho really... a room full of defeathered baby birds really does nothing for me. :D

Damn...my secret is out. I shall have to silence you!

Damn...my secret is out. I shall have to silence you!

I'm cheap... Gimme a J-lo and I'll keep your secret.

I'm cheap... Gimme a J-lo and I'll keep your secret.

How about a bottle of vodka? Then I know for sure I have your silence!

How about a bottle of vodka? Then I know for sure I have your silence!
Sure...
Just put it in a "Big Ass Glass" and you'll have a J-lo. ;)

Sure...
Just put it in a "Big Ass Glass" and you'll have a J-lo. ;)

Fine.

*cleans himself up* there now shall we head on to Applebee's

Not much for Applebee's, but maybe The Buca di Beppo - I like Italian food. But we should really clean up this mess, first - it would be rude to leave it this way.

Not much for Applebee's, but maybe The Buca di Beppo - I like Italian food. But we should really clean up this mess, first - it would be rude to leave it this way.

Buca is nice, but The Club has got anything you'd like. Just ask, or get it yourself. LOVE this place.

*finishes his Kostritzer Schwarzbier and downs the last dungeness crab cake*

Buca is nice, but The Club has got anything you'd like. Just ask, or get it yourself. LOVE this place.

*finishes his Kostritzer Schwarzbier and downs the last dungeness crab cake*

You know, you're right. *Wanders into kitchen and looks around. Sees a vacant workstation and appropriates it. Finds a large piece of salmon, shallots, garlic, butter, dill and a good quality Pinot Chardonet. Sets arborio rice cooking with dill. Minces shallots and garlic and sets them to sweat in the butter. Sears salmon on all sides in the garlic/shallot butter and then places it, skin side down in the pan, sprinkles with dill and covers with wine. While the salmon is poaching, she sets asparagus to gently steam. When the salmon is done, she places it on a bed of the dilled arborio rice. She then reduces the wine mixture, adding a bit of cream to thicken it and naps it over the salmon. She sprinkles just a bit of fresh dill over it as a garnish and arranges the asparagus around the rice/salmon. She puts the dish on a large tray and adds a dish of freshly made dill mayonnaise and a chilled bottle of the chardonet with dishes, silver and glasses for four. Asking one of the wait staff for help, she has the food carried out and placed on a table in front of Intangelon and Junii.* There's enough here for four, help yourselves. *Digs in.*

Buca is nice, but The Club has got anything you'd like. Just ask, or get it yourself. LOVE this place.

*finishes his Kostritzer Schwarzbier and downs the last dungeness crab cake*

oh ok *enters into kitchen making, a labanah-senoria sandwich, philly cheese steak, pepperoni sandwich and finally choclate milkshake* yum yum!;)

*Having found the arena a little dull, our protagonist wandered into the bar in search of gods only knows what. It'll probably involve Guinness, rum and #2 home heating oil*

oh ok *enters into kitchen making, a labanah-senoria sandwich, philly cheese steak, pepperoni sandwich and finally choclate milkshake* yum yum!;)

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what?:confused:

"Finest kind -- many thanks. And unless you spend lot of time higher than the troposphere, I'm afraid you'll always be under the weather. Regardless, I hope you feel better."

*Sips his smoky elixir.*

*laughs*
"That was quite good. I suppose the only way in which I can counter is by saying that I analyse lots of atmospheric data that was recorded higher than the troposphere. By the way, do you know if they serve Glenfiddich here?"

*Looks around for a bit then heads out back for some ice fishing*

*looks around at the carnage.*

Must've been some New Year's party...

*begins cleaning up. recyclables in one bin... foodstuff in another... Unconcious, naked males in that corner... unconcious naked females in my room upstairs... *