blulilacgrl
Viva la Tarte!
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Don't you just love how sometimes you start something thinking one way and it ends up completely different? [laughs] I admit when I started this thread it was with the intention of having a place to chat. It has turned into a place where I get drunk, and goofy and apparently, every now and then, flash the fine people of Lit. 
Oooops.
So anyone want to join me in a drink?
Welcome to Mama Blu’s my darlin’s. It’s a simple place. The bar is long and scarred from years of cigarette burns and the floor creaks but it’s home. We’re just around the corner from wherever you are. Leave the sounds of the city, the bustle of people and the shrieking of cars behind. The steps creak as you make your way down under the street. A small panel, set eye level in the door, slides open. Clive, the bouncer, checks you out before nodding and allowing you in.
You have to pull hard to open the battered wooden door. But when you step in the first thing you’ll see is my man, HR, at the bar, wiping down the scarred oak top. He’ll look up, ask you what you want to drink. Tell you to sit, share your troubles. He used to work the rigging at the circus, until a broken belay pin caused a rope to wrap around his arm. Now he's the best one-armed server this side of the mighty Mississip. Pssst… he makes a killer Sloe Gin Fizz.
Pull up a chair, order whatever you want and just relax. Life got you down? Heartache got you tangled up? Someone done you wrong? Or maybe you’re just lookin’ for a place to tap your foot, nod your head, and get lost in the music and some good conversation.
Aahhh sugar…come let Mama Blu make you feel all better. You can find me there, right there at the end of the bar. I’ll be sippin’ my own signature drink and waitin’ for you to make your way through the smoky air and say hello.
Now as every good business needs to earn money (and Mama’s House of Blu ain’t any different) there will be a cover charge. Each night you will be expected to do somethin’ if you want to hang out in my place. So be sure to check for the price of admittance.
Blu
Oooops.So anyone want to join me in a drink?
Welcome to Mama Blu’s my darlin’s. It’s a simple place. The bar is long and scarred from years of cigarette burns and the floor creaks but it’s home. We’re just around the corner from wherever you are. Leave the sounds of the city, the bustle of people and the shrieking of cars behind. The steps creak as you make your way down under the street. A small panel, set eye level in the door, slides open. Clive, the bouncer, checks you out before nodding and allowing you in.
You have to pull hard to open the battered wooden door. But when you step in the first thing you’ll see is my man, HR, at the bar, wiping down the scarred oak top. He’ll look up, ask you what you want to drink. Tell you to sit, share your troubles. He used to work the rigging at the circus, until a broken belay pin caused a rope to wrap around his arm. Now he's the best one-armed server this side of the mighty Mississip. Pssst… he makes a killer Sloe Gin Fizz.
Pull up a chair, order whatever you want and just relax. Life got you down? Heartache got you tangled up? Someone done you wrong? Or maybe you’re just lookin’ for a place to tap your foot, nod your head, and get lost in the music and some good conversation.
Aahhh sugar…come let Mama Blu make you feel all better. You can find me there, right there at the end of the bar. I’ll be sippin’ my own signature drink and waitin’ for you to make your way through the smoky air and say hello.
Now as every good business needs to earn money (and Mama’s House of Blu ain’t any different) there will be a cover charge. Each night you will be expected to do somethin’ if you want to hang out in my place. So be sure to check for the price of admittance.
Blu
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