ABSTRUSIONS: A Bohemian hangout.

[Guest]

Heyah, is there a good irish coffee with my name on it somewhere here?

*sinks down at the bar and glances in Vella's direction*

Need help holding that coffee cup, dear?

actually, im pretty proficient by now at having to (suck) through a straw.. but if youd gimme a poem.. id be the happiest chick whose tied up in a cyber cafe.

ill just imagine what you sound like reading it.. ppuuuurrrrrr

 

[cheerful_deviant]

Just walking in...

Sitting down at the bar.

Mornin' Abs. How about a coffee, black, 2 shugars.

Have a good night sleep back there on the floor Vella?

 

[cloudy]

Mornin' Abs, everybody....can I have a strong coffee? Sugar and cream, please...

 

[Guest]

Re: Just walking in...

Sitting down at the bar.

Mornin' Abs. How about a coffee, black, 2 shugars.

Have a good night sleep back there on the floor Vella?

does wonders for the back CD.. you should give it a try.. though.. my wrists are a bit raw.. but thanks to the loss of blood flow.. it doesnt seem to matter much

 

[cheerful_deviant]

Re: Re: Just walking in...

does wonders for the back CD.. you should give it a try.. though.. my wrists are a bit raw.. but thanks to the loss of blood flow.. it doesnt seem to matter much

Maybe I will. Probablly be the most sleep I'll get all month.

 

[Liar]

By request, a poem.



Vella Bound

Watch her
silk bound wrists
strain,

arms and shoulders
flex ever so slightly,
just for a tug,

to remember.

To remind herself
of restraints
she so humbly
accepted.

Eyes closed,
patient, waiting,
listening
to a silent room.

Arms bent
behind the back
of that chair,

grinding dry wood
against bare skin.

Thighs parted,
leather on ankles
joining heels and
wood leg feet.

Chest proudly
pushed forward,
gaze prudently
lowered...

...not knowing when
that door will open,
not knowing who
will step inside...

but ready,
always ready...

Vella waits.



#L

 

[ABSTRUSE]

By request, a poem.



Vella Bound

Watch her
silk bound wrists
strain,

arms and shoulders
flex ever so slightly,
just for a tug,

to remember.

To remind herself
of restraints
she so humbly
accepted.

Eyes closed,
patient, waiting,
listening
to a silent room.

Arms bent
behind the back
of that chair,

grinding dry wood
against bare skin.

Thighs parted,
leather on ankles
joining heels and
wood leg feet.

Chest proudly
pushed forward,
gaze prudently
lowered...

...not knowing when
that door will open,
not knowing who
will step inside...

but ready,
always ready...

Vella waits.



#L

Liar....mega snaps and a two thumbs up....brilliant!

 

[cloudy]

Liar, I'm with Abs - I love it!!!!

 

[minsue]

Abs walks into the cafe', bids customers a fine hello....What the fuck is with these feathers behind the bar????

Makes more coffee, trips over vella tied up in the backroom, bids her a good morning.....hmmm this feather duster doesn't match the feathers behind the bar....

arranges new pasteries and cookies in cases.....what the????????? sees goose print in one of the pies!!!!

MINDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I couldn't let the lovely ladies go thirsty, could I? *blink, blink*

 

[ABSTRUSE]

I couldn't let the lovely ladies go thirsty, could I? *blink, blink*

Damn it...you had to do the eye blink thing...here's some cookie crumbs and I filled the pond for you.

I'm a softie for animals and birds.

 

[Guest]

By request, a poem.



Vella Bound


#L

Liar.. im speechless.. it so rarely happens. thank you.. saving it to read over and over.

 

[Mhari]

*mutters*

Mornin', folks. Is there such a thing as Dr Pepper 'round here? If so, I need a big one!



~M

 

[matriarch]

*door opens, in staggers Mat*.

Morning??? God, I wish you people would get the time right.
Its 4.30 in the afternoon, and I've just staggered home early from work.

*Looking around at the assembled company drinking coffee, and eating the pastries*

You all be very careful what that dame is serving you, I had a bad night, and a bad day after drinking here last night. I'm taking to my bed to sleep it off. Geese walking in the food? Ye gods, No wonder my stomach is in revolt mode!

*stumbles to the door, still mumbling, slamming it behind her.*

*mumble grumble*

 

[lucky-E-leven]

...not knowing when
that door will open,
not knowing who
will step inside...

but ready,
always ready...

Vella waits.

#L

I know when...

&nbsp &nbsp I know who...



~lucky

 

[lucky-E-leven]

Hey Bartender! A tall lemonade on ice, pease. No, hold the alcohol. I'll be back for that when I've finally submitted this story. Any drinking before then could be extremely hazardous to the health of my readership. *apparently I fuck much better when drunk than I write*

~lucky

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Hey Bartender! A tall lemonade on ice, pease. No, hold the alcohol. I'll be back for that when I've finally submitted this story. Any drinking before then could be extremely hazardous to the help of my readership. *apparently I fuck much better when drunk than I write*

~lucky

Hey Lovely, one tall one coming up, saving the alcohol for later

 

[lucky-E-leven]

Hey Lovely, one tall one coming up, saving the alcohol for later

ty

Back to the trenches. Time she is a wastin'.



~lucky

 

[Colleen Thomas]

A single malt scotch, neat please. Glenfiddich opr Gelnlivet if you have them.

-Colly

 

[lucky-E-leven]

A single malt scotch, neat please. Glenfiddich opr Gelnlivet if you have them.

-Colly

*passes by a gorgeous redhead on her way out of the cafe...turns around and follows the woman to the bar*

Hello there, sexy! Come here often? *cheeeeezy grin*

~lucky

 

[ABSTRUSE]

*passes by a gorgeous redhead on her way out of the cafe...turns around and follows the woman to the bar*

Hello there, sexy! Come here often? *cheeeeezy grin*

~lucky

You go write, leave BigRed to me.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

You go write, leave BigRed to me.

No chance in hell, A.

*and she's not Big in the least*

The red part is accurate, tho.



~lucky (don't push me on this... there is NO negotiation)

 

[matriarch]

You go write, leave BigRed to me.

*Opening the door, catching sight of the stunning redhead at the bar, being hassled by Lucky and Abs. Realising this must be the adored Colly, who I haven't managed to meet yet, strolled over to join them.*

Aba, diet coke on ice for me please, and put this lovely lady's drink on my tab.

*Smiling, reach for her hand, lifting it to my lips.*

Hi, gorgeous, I'm Matriarch. You must be Colly. I've heard a lot of about you. A delight to meet you at last.

 

[matriarch]

*Smiling at Colly*

Lucky, you have a story to finish I believe. Deadlines, young'un, deadlines.

Abs, you have a bar to run. I believe the lady and I are awaiting drinks........

 

[lucky-E-leven]

*Smiling at Colly*

Lucky, you have a story to finish I believe. Deadlines, young'un, deadlines.

Abs, you have a bar to run. I believe the lady and I are awaiting drinks........

Mat, the story's in great shape and my deadlines are my business. Now if you don't mind, I was just getting ready to find out more about this intriguing woman...and you're CRAMPING MY STYLE!!!



~lucky

 

[ABSTRUSE]

I'm getting bitch slapped in my own Cafe'.

Do I have to separate you girls? I am here to please my customers but I will not tolerate abuse of management.

Now sit down with your damn drinks and behave....don't make me go postal.

Anyone for Strawberry Pie....it's the special today.

Christ! Will someone move vella outside for a while, I keep tripping over her.

Going off to my private office to take some asprin and relax.