A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

[butters]

Ooops - too late.

stashes cleaning stuff and buggers off

wait! stay and have a drink with me

 

[butters]

*sigh*

 

[butters]

half an hour wait for a drink?

*slips down from stool, boosts self over bar, goes to find out what harry's up to*

 

[HarryHill]

*fusses mixing rum and Gran Marnier. (so superior to Cointreau) frowns, adds a cherry and a slash of the liquid. looks in butters eyes, blinks n turns to where Annie pounds tequila shots.* she's been like that all night. no idea what's up with Tess. busy busy busy... guess those low biorhythms are gone.

 

[HarryHill]

you always did like this side of the bar

 

[butters]

*fusses mixing rum and Gran Marnier. (so superior to Cointreau) frowns, adds a cherry and a slash of the liquid. looks in butters eyes, blinks n turns to where Annie pounds tequila shots.* she's been like that all night. no idea what's up with Tess. busy busy busy... guess those low biorhythms are gone.

mmmmmm, that's delicious. hopefully my hands will warm up a little now. *rests eyes on harry...* danke

is she waiting for someone, dya think? perhaps she wants to be alone, but how does she put away those shots like that, she's such a tiny thing!

you always did like this side of the bar

it has its attractions *looks down into glass, smiles*

 

[HarryHill]

I think she's part Irish
smiles, moves to sink washes glasses letting shared silence grow

 

[butters]

so, harry, did we look after the gorilla ok?

 

[butters]

there's some poetry i should reply to, from a man who cannot see his worth

"entreats me to rise, stand tall"

that's very very poetic

 

[HarryHill]

so, harry, did we look after the gorilla ok?

superb job

 

[butters]

superb job

did you know he liked shakespeare?
and has a fondness for lasagne....

 

[HarryHill]

did you know he liked shakespeare?
and has a fondness for lasagne....

..
funny
..
"is this a banana I see before me?' ooh Lasagna me too

 

[butters]

..
funny
..
"is this a banana I see before me?' ooh Lasagna me too

he was rather fond of this passage:

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

 

[HarryHill]

he was rather fond of this passage:

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

that is kinda snappy
enjoyed today,
one more stop the i'm off to bed, nite

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Sheesh! this place looks bad by daylight.

*buffs bar to high shine, re-stocks napkin holders, pulls chairs off tables and wipes 'em down ready for the nooner Columbia Day drinkers*

 

[HarryHill]

Nooner?

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Nooner?

Is that an invitation?

 

[HarryHill]

Is that an invitation?

*speechless*

 

[butters]

hey, the place is looking lovely! Tess must have been busy, i can see reflections in the bar top

hmmn, a long vodka tonic, ice and lime if you please, Harry. Ah, you have the open fire lit - think i might go sit over there for a while with my drink, feet on the old table, sink into the battered leather sofa and stare into the fire. for a while....

oh my, i didn't know the joint had an old piano - do you play at all? *runs fingers over the ivories*

 

[butters]

*sunk into the corner sofa, feet tucked under, gazing at the fire through the ice and starfire bubbles in my glass*

 

[HarryHill]

*sunk into the corner sofa, feet tucked under, gazing at the fire through the ice and starfire bubbles in my glass*

my eyes must be getting tired
each time I look the blur seems more
and less.
*joins butters on sofa, leaning close to listen to musical poetry. sips Delord and smiles*

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

*speechless*

So.........no?

 

[butters]

my eyes must be getting tired
each time I look the blur seems more
and less.
*joins butters on sofa, leaning close to listen to musical poetry. sips Delord and smiles*

this is nice. comfy.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

*notices the two depressions in the cushions, smiles and plumps them up for tonight. should be a quiet one - Columbus Day, Thnxgiving and all. wishing you all a good one and silently gives thanks.*

 

[HarryHill]

So.........no?

..
cat's got my tongue. Happy Columbus Day, whatever that is.