The China Pearl Inn part 7

CGs locked the cabinet but I've dug a hole through the bar from underneath, come under here and we can drink. Promise I wont play naughty. ;)

I'm all sexied out today anyway from a crespondence exchange witha friend of mine on the other side of the world. :D

Uggg
 
Ok, you two massage each other. Seems Robyn has gone to bed with Raven. Time for me to sleep with CG. ‘Come along Sailor - bed time!’

I veer to the right, then to the left and do a 180. I dismiss my sweet young nurse.


Coming Sal………

I am hot on the stunning young troopers tail madly wheeling after her.
 
Peers down large hole at the side of the bar. Could be moles. Now if I were allowed matches we might smoke 'em out,
 
Ok, you two massage each other. Seems Robyn has gone to bed with Raven. Time for me to sleep with CG. ‘Come along Sailor - bed time!’

CG I don't know how you feel on the matter( okay that's mostly a lie) but I have rarely ever enjoyed the idea of not winning this much.:cool:
 
Peers down large hole at the side of the bar. Could be moles. Now if I were allowed matches we might smoke 'em out,

come on get in here silly man! no ones gonna bite and I can reach everything locked in the liquor cabinet form here.
 
Suit yourself!

*starts to build a maitai*

*Leans back in an armchair made of empty gin bottles and puts feet up on the coffee table made of empty gin bottles.*

*frowns at the maitai for a moment*

*Reaches up through a hole in the roof and fishes around for a bit.*

ah thats better

*Puts little umbrella on top of drink*
 
Moves away from hole on hearing CG's voice in case I get the blame.

I see you and Raven have put aside your differences CG?
 
Ah Raven we are a slave to our fans. :devil:ish :D

Tis true fair knight. It's better that we serve these far mavens needs, than that we do some honor apon ourselves. We shall again someother day good sir.
[Rase my hand palm forward in salute]
 
Moves away from hole on hearing CG's voice in case I get the blame.

I see you and Raven have put aside your differences CG?

Nonsense Chris. CG and I go back nearly a decade. We have very few differences, and none we need argue about. A tilting of lances is about honor and respect. CG and I have a lot of that for each other. There is not another person on lot that I would joust or cross swords with as a sign of that honor.
 
Chris just a bit of sport is all. Right Raven.


Turning to Chris and narrowing my eyes.

Chris what is this about mining and borrowing into the liquor cabinet?
 
It’s 0430 here in a snowy UK and Sal & I creep out of our beds trying not to wake our sleeping partners from the inn. We have a 3 mile run scheduled for 0500 hours.

Have to warn Chris that Sal & I booby trapped the liquor storage unit. Try messing with it and you’ll get an electric shock and you’ll have to wait for CG to switch you off (we gave him a code that he reset to something only he knows).

Meanwhile ... Good Morning CPI
 
We’re back and notice nothing has stirred! So into the shower, battle fatigues and then brekky followed by lecture and manoeuvres. Hope everyone has a nice day :rose:
 
Night night Inn.

*Crawls under the bar and slips int a bed made from gin bottles.*

:rose:
 
I roll over as Sal slips from the bed glad that I do not have to go for the early morning run. I take her hand and smile up into her sleepy eyes.

You are amazing Sal.

I smile over to Raven

Morning Robyn.

I here a deep ragged rumble an the clinking of empty bottles and coclude it must be Uggg. Shaking my head I snuggle back down into the covers.
 
It’s 0430 here in a snowy UK and Sal & I creep out of our beds trying not to wake our sleeping partners from the inn. We have a 3 mile run scheduled for 0500 hours.

Have to warn Chris that Sal & I booby trapped the liquor storage unit. Try messing with it and you’ll get an electric shock and you’ll have to wait for CG to switch you off (we gave him a code that he reset to something only he knows).

Meanwhile ... Good Morning CPI

We’re back and notice nothing has stirred! So into the shower, battle fatigues and then brekky followed by lecture and manoeuvres. Hope everyone has a nice day

I open my eyes and look around the barracks bedroom. I smile at the thought of the lovely lady a few short hours ago all snuggled up against me. Looking around I see she has made a terrible mistake. I am neither tied to the bed nore supervised in any way.... hummmm what mischief can I get into. She's a self proclaimed tomboy, she likes leather, she's military... So maybe something practical and naturally sented...

Oh, I know. I break out my hobby tools and my backpack/moblehome and began my work. With sharp knives and keen tools I slowly work my magic. Converting sheets of tanned animal hides in to useable pieces and parts. Painfully slowly the project takes shape and form. Near compteation i realize that I may have underestimated the thickness of these bedroom walls.
Nope they will not do. Quickly I pop over to the wood shed behind the old inn and striking a fire began the second faze of the project. Hot stainless steel hammer & tongs. Stopping only for coffee and sizeing. I dedicate myself to only these few square feet of space and time. Regardless of what they show in the movies I ware all of my clothes and a heavy leather apporn for this work. However I have been known to use the quenching trough as a cooling station.
Next to the tool shed/small shop on the side of the Inn's garages where I spend a few short hours with sanding and polish of the metal parts. Fit and temper bend and secure. Tap out fine etchings, and finished. Now back to the bedroom to put the rest together.
After what would have taken days of work it is complete. I inspect every stitch and rivet, every stamp mark and buckle, every since and draw. Check both main compartments and all five outer for stability and cemetery. At last I am satisfied that it is worthy of being a gift I place my makers mark (three single feathers) on the top flap.

Carfuly I set the backpack in her closet. I'm sure she will assume I'm up to no good and check her room for any of my misdeeds. Tired after all of that work I climb back into bed, drifting off shortly after my head hits the pillow.
 
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We’re back and notice nothing has stirred! So into the shower, battle fatigues and then brekky followed by lecture and manoeuvres. Hope everyone has a nice day

I open my eyes and look around the barracks bedroom. I smile at the thought of the lovely lady a few short hours ago all snuggled up against me. Looking around I see she has made a terrible mistake. I am neither tied to the bed nore supervised in any way.... hummmm what mischief can I get into. She's a self proclaimed tomboy, she likes leather, she's military... So maybe something practical and naturally sented...

Oh, I know. I break out my hobby tools and my backpack/moblehome and began my work. With sharp knives and keen tools I slowly work my magic. Converting sheets of tanned animal hides in to useable pieces and parts. Painfully slowly the project takes shape and form. Near compteation i realize that I may have underestimated the thickness of these bedroom walls.
Nope they will not do. Quickly I pop over to the wood shed behind the old inn and striking a fire began the second faze of the project. Hot stainless steel hammer & tongs. Stopping only for coffee and sizeing. I dedicate myself to only these few square feet of space and time. Regardless of what they show in the movies I ware all of my clothes and a heavy leather apporn for this work. However I have been known to use the quenching trough as a cooling station.
Next to the tool shed/small shop on the side of the Inn's garages where I spend a few short hours with sanding and polish of the metal parts. Fit and temper bend and secure. Tap out fine etchings, and finished. Now back to the bedroom to put the rest together.
After what would have taken days of work it is complete. I inspect every stitch and rivet, every stamp mark and buckle, every since and draw. Check both main compartments and all five outer for stability and cemetery. At last I am satisfied that it is worthy of being a gift I place my makers mark (three single feathers) on the top flap.

Carfuly I set the backpack in her closet. I'm sure she will assume I'm up to no good and check her room for any of my misdeeds. Tired after all of that work I climb back into bed, drifting off shortly after my head hits the pillow.

Another long lecture on the importance of filling in forms and assuming command of another unit. Then to the canteen for lunch, they gave me ham! HAM! I’m Jewish! JEWISH! So they give me Cheddar Cheese. Yummy!

Get back to my room to find Raven is still zzzzzz but I can smell leather! I gently unpick the item he has made and lay it out. Can’t wear it now but tonight! :devil::devil::devil:

Ready to depart for manoeuvres in the snow.
 
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