The Café Americain II...under new management

"Why thank you, Caspai," I say as I stroll back into the club. Swaggering behind the bar, "can I buy a lovely lady a drink? What's your pleasure today?" I ask with a flashing grin and a twinkling eye, as sharp as the point of a friencly dagger.

Something special is about to happen here, I can just feel it.
 
C G has made sure that his dance partners blanket is securely over her shoulders as her head rests on the bar.

Caspai again we are the only ones about. There should be a law against a T-shirt like that. Lord what am I saying there should be a law requiring all lovely ladies to wear a T-shirt like that.

Can I get you something? Wait there is something I have for you. Couldn't get through the parties last night.

C G slowly strolls over to Caspai he takes her onto his arms and bending her backwards give her the best "Valentino" kiss sense the "The Prince". It is the kind of kiss that curls a girl's toes.
 
toes curling

Oh my, you do know how to make a girl's head swim. I think Swash just asked me what I would like to drink, though, and I was about to make a special request. I have this cool-ade I brought with me, and I was wondering if the two of you would join me for a cup of it.
 
"Oh course, love," I say with a smile taking the extended packet from her sweet hand. "I would love a Kool-aid, would you care for a D-cell battery chaser with that, Caspai?" I ask with a wink and a nod as I fumble around behind the bar looking for a big bellied pitcher and some ice.

"CG, I agree there should be a law," I add eyeing the t-shirt from bar level.
 
Caspai It would be my pleasure.

I would also like to help you make the 100th to.
 
I am so lucky to have two such handsome gentlemen here to help me celebrate my momentous posting. Now, if Swash will just finish making that Kool-aid, I would like to make a toast. I know it isn't customary for the celebrant to make it for herself, but I wish to use my 100th post to mark a sad event.
 
Finally stirring up the pot of Kool-aid and dropping in a couple of batteries with the ice into the pitcher, I pour out three large flagons of sweet purple liquid. "There you are, Caspai," I say with a smile, pecking her on the cheek as I raise my flagon....and wait....
 
raising my flagon into the air

Gentlemen, if you would join me, I would like to take this important moment in my life on Lit to mark the passing of a great man, Ken Kesey, a man who would stop at nothing to get a story right.

putting my flagon to my mouth, I drain the Kool-aid.
 
I raise my glass in salute. Yes to get the story right.

Caspai to your 100th post

C G gives Caspai a kiss that can only be dreamt of. A kiss far beyond toes curling. That kiss, you can only dream of.

Swash take care of the lady I still must find my bunk.

Caspai your avatar has class as you do fair lady. I see now the "valentino" kiss will fit well.
 
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quivering and shivering at the kiss

I will indeed dream of that kiss, CG. Thank you for being here to celebrate with me. You will have to tell me later what you think of the av I found. Have a good sleep.
 
Sobering news. Life is so precious and so short.

Caspai, congratulations on your 100th.

~H~
 
Caspi I stayed to edit my post. A tired sailor I am, but how could I miss Such an unveiling. I shall not leave in body only in mind.

Come rest with me upon the pillows. Good friend faith shall not mind.

Only my tongue shall be stilled.
 
Eyes pooping out of my skull, "Caspai, my sweet," I rasp, "from tight t-shirts to draped in a shawl?!?" I say in surprise just befoer leaping over the bar and sweeping her into my arms for a passionate kiss, bendign her over backwards, nearing the floor.

Breaking our kiss and setting her back on the stool, "Alas, for a poor literary pioneer, and congratulations on your own ascendence. Makes me wnat to rip the sink from the bar and walk out through the shattered window. But, how could I pull myself away from such a lovely lady without a tango, would you so honor me, mi'lady?" I ask with sweeping, galant bow.

(Sorry, Scotsman, I'll get you a drink in celebration after I take care of this, pardon, moi)
 
Thank you Huntress. I will join you in a moment CG, I have a dance waiting for me.

putting my hand into Swash's big, calloused hand, I give a curtsey as we walk to the dance floor, the sweet sound of gypsy violins filling the air.
 
Smoky, sweet
The sultry beat
Advance
Embrace
Clutched breast
To breast
Strut, whirl, return
Spin, clutch,
Sweep, Dip,
Kiss
Spin, whirl,
Cross behind
Faces dart
Legs stamp
Hips bend
Spin
Whirl
Clutch
Bend,
the final kiss
as the music fades to smoky black
 
Ah, such a dance. First a kiss to dream of, and now a tango from, well, it couldn't be heaven if it was from Swash, could it? Thank you so much, both of you, for making the event a happy and memorable one. I will file this one away for the lonely nights when you are both elsewhere, and I am all alone with my musings.
 
(I awake from the pleasantest of dreams to a nightmare)

No one writes a post in the club without doing something to tidy this place up from last night!

(Righting a chair as I say the words)

Except you, Caspai. You have earned the right to a day of leisure. Congratulations on 100! And I do love your AV. Reminds me of my thread, "The Roaring Twenties at Jasmine's". If your interested, I'd love to talk to you that. I think "Jasmine's" is about do for a revival. It's a gangster thread set in a speakeasy.

Actually, is there anyone else who's interested? I'll be creating it shortly.

Now to work...
(I pick up another chair)
 
A yawn and stretch

... and I reluctantly extract myself from Dirk's arms. Back in a jiffy, hon.

Ms. Honey, you are a harsh task mistress. <grin> But you are absolutely right. A messy gin joint (no offense) will never do.

Grabbing a handy broom, and trying to avoid the little folk bustling about with polishing the bar, I tackle sweeping up bits of cloth and dried camel dung from the barroom floor. <grrrr> Dubyah strikes again. Son of Satan, indeed!

whistle while you work, ta de dum dum, ta de dum...

aaaaaa-aaaa-choo! Darned dust.

In a thrice, the floor is clean once again, brass is gleaming and even the library has been dusted.

They must have been leprechauns... Seamus? Are you sure you're Scottish?

Hope this passes muster, Ms. B.

Placing the broom in it's cupboard, I return to the pillows and a pair of waiting arms.

All housecleaning should be so well rewarded!

~H~
 
Angel arrives to buy drinks for the house

Hi everyone, sorry I had to leave during the duel last night... I understand I missed quite a performance.

Seamus... nice to see you again. And congratulations! I see that you're no longer a virgin!
 
Caspai !!! Wow..

I wish I could have been here to give you this in person.. but.... I hope it means just as much..

Congratulations !!!!!


I would like to give you something to commemerate your step over the FIRST milestone here... you 100th post !! (very cool AV btw)

I am going to set up a whole section of the library in honor of Ken Kesey, in your name. So you can relax here and read his wonderful works anytime you so desire. He was a great man and great writer...

So for you....the first book !
 
Then...

With Windex in hand, goes about to set the curtains aright and polish the windows...

Some *stuff* had splattered on them during the duueeelll..
 
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