Micki's Irish Pub

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The place had the ambience of a great pub, a place to meet, greet, discuss, play darts, or pool, without the smoky haze of so many modern bars, or the sleazy dance club thing that drew the singles now a days.

The place had style, class some might say, but it was still cozy and I had regulars who dropped by to have a pint on their way home. Even though I owned the place I still enjoyed tending bar, especially on a rainy Wednesday.

OOC

so this is my meet and greet thread to introduce yourself to the board or a new character, so talk about ideas and find someone to spin threads with. I'll try and keep this thread alive (aka in the first two pages) as long as there is interest in having it.
 
wiping down the bar and wondering if the rain is keeping away the customers
 
I personally liked the rain, it washed away the grime of the city and walking in the rain, letting it drip, run soak, was a exhilerating feeling.
 
*falling through the door in a wet mass of hair and umbrella and ... *

"Ohhh.. umm.... it's wet out there...!"

Pulling off my coat and shaking out brolly.. hanging them all on the rack. I smile and move toward the bar, running a hand through my damp hair.

"Hi... I'm Marianne... you don't happen to do coffee do you?
I could use something hot ... "


OOC:

Hope this is ok... couldn't have u in here all alone!

DM aka Mari :rose:
 
"Well I have Irish Coffee, I suppose I could leave out the alcohol," I smile and pour a cup of black coffee and set it down on the counter.

OOC.....nice, I was begining to get lonely
 
*giggles*

"What about you leave in the alcohol and leave out the sugar...?"

I slip onto a bar stool and look around at the deserted bar.

"New place...? Been open long...?"

I ask watching as u pour out the hot drink.
 
"Would you like the cool whip topping?" I ask as I pour in a shot of licquor and bring out the can of Redi whip.

"Actually this place just reopened, did some remodeling work." I smile and pour myself a glass of Dr. Pepper.
 
"Micki's?"

"An Irish pub named Micki's?"

Must be owned by a woman, I thought as I eyed the place from across the street.

"Could be a dyke bar, I mused to myself. . .

"Might be fun."

Anyway it couldn't be worse than standing on the street talking to myself like an idiot. . . or standing in the pouring rain like an even bigger idiot.

I was relatively new in town and did not know of another Irish pub -- Micki's (not Micky's) would have to do. Either way, I needed to kill an hour before my train and I'd had it up to here with the rain.

I pushed open the door, expecting a crowd and shaking water from my coat like an alley cat. Only two women I thought as I ambled up to the bar.

"What do you have on tap?"
 
Micki

I smiled at the new guy and pulled down a glass as he asked what was on tap, "Pretty much anything you want, except lite beer, I dont' carry that crap, if your worried about the calories in alcohol you are either drinking too much or already got a beer belly." I chuckled as if virtual drinks had calories, but hey it's all fun and games as I smiled and said, "So you looking for something pale with a good head on it? or a more earthy body?"
 
"Haven't made up my mind yet," I slobbered as I took in both women. I felt like a drowned rat, apologies to the rat.

"Perhaps I'll alternate. Or maybe try both at the same time," I smiled. "What I'm really looking for is a major attitude adjustment. And I've only got an hour . . . unless something really extraordinary . . . comes up."

"As for calories, well . . . I'll probably skip dinner anyway. So two or three beers and we'll call er even."

"By the way . . . not to pirate anybody else's line or show my age for that matter, but what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? You're not Micki, are you?"
 
Micki

I chuckle heartily, "A place like this? it's a pretty damn nice place I think, and I should as I own it now." I pour up two glasses, a nice red beer, and a paler ale. "We have food here too, if you would like something coating your stomach."
 
"Thanks, but I'll stick with the beer." downing the amber tinted bear in one gulp.

For a man of average height and girth, I can drink alot of beer. And I needed the mental break the alcohol provided.

I paused for a moment to take a closer look at the woman behind the bar. A bit of an enigma. She's very pretty and the brains don't hurt one bit. You can always tell the smart ones; they banter well.

Plus, she smiles at my jokes.

"So what do you do for fun in this bar," I inquired?

"And does this one . . ." referring to the woman at the other end of the bar, "does she talk . . . or am I interupting something between you two?"
 
"Well this is just a place to meet and greet and find people of like mind without spinning an new thread. As for her, she may or may not still be lurking around, but it's fine just to leave her character sitting at the bar."
 
Yesss.. whip me .... *ggls*

"Sure... whip topping sounds indulgent ... give me the works..."

Turning to the newcomer ...

"I was in the real land of nod, whilst still virtually sat here actually ... that's what happens when you let Brit gals into places like these ... "

Holding out a hand with a warm smile.

"I'm Marianne ... I don't think we've met ... "
 
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"We haven't . . . at least not until now. And personally I love 'Brit Girls' -- in fact, my favorite Brit girl lives in my home town of Washington, D.C. and shares your name."

"My name's Luke; how do you do?"

Turning to the bartender and downing the remaining beer, more slowly this time, "So . . . how's business?"
 
Feeling his strong handshake and smiling.

"Well.. hello Luke ... I'm doing great thanks ... soo.. you like Brit girls huh?"

Quirks a suggestive eyebrow before turning to the coffee placed before me.

Taking a sip and smiling appreciatively.

"Mmmmmm..."
 
"Yes I do, Marianne, I like them very much. I lived in London for two years when I was younger, in Maida Vale. Whereabouts are you from?"

"And can I get another beer, please?" I whined.

"Is it typical of an Irish Bar owned by a woman that the service is sooooo damn slooow?" I smiled at the bartender. "Or perhaps it's just in virtual cyber bars? Or bars that should rightfully be called 'Micky's'."

"If you've got something that has both a good head and an earthy body, that would be great? Of course I'd settle for one that gives good head and has an unearthly body," I joked, "but I'll let you choose."

"Oh and by the way Micki -- it is Micki, isn't it -- what exactly have you got to eat? I've suddenly taken a shine to this little establishment and I may miss my train."
 
Marianne

"I'm from south ... worked in London until just recently.
I've been "down south" for ummm.. about 4 or 5 years... "


Sipping my coffee as I hear him ask for a beer.

"And why is it men are soo.. demanding ... ?"

(Ummmmm... eyes running over him,
I think I'm getting an appetite ... tasty!)

"If you're desperate for something to eat ... and you can't get serviced
errr... service quickly enough ... I'll have to see if I can cumm up with something .... "


I purrrrr... watching him *bang* the bar ...


"Awwww... don't do that.... you'll get nasty splinters..."

OOC:

Ok... ok.... tacky ... obvious ... but irresistable... apologies!
::ggls::
Mari x

:rose:
 
OOC:

Not so innocent I see. No apologies necessary; I think I started it. And terribly flattered -- 'irresistable' -- hummm!

Am headed out of town now. Try to touch base tomorrow. Don't disappear on me.

Luke
 
OOC:

Enjoy your trip out of town ... I'll be around.... I don't tend to do disappearing acts ... oh ... and thank you for being sooo .... ummm... understanding .... accommodating ....

By the way ... I like the way you're "headed"!

::naughty giggles::

Marianne x
 
"Well now. . . serviced, you say." I saunter to be closer to the delicious maiden at the end of the bar.

Does she know what she's in for? I may miss several trains.

"So perhaps in Micki's absence, you'll tell me exactly what services are available at Micki's Irish Pub."

"And by the way, I'm only demanding when I don't get what I want -- exactly what I want. Somehow being demanding seems to achieve the desired goal."

If I could undress her with my eyes, what would Marianne look like? How would she smell . . . and taste? What does she sound like, I wonder . . . when she's thankful . . . or begging?




OCC:

Well as it turns out, I do not have to go out of town until tomorrow. So here I am, all yours.
 
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Micki

I smiled offered up another beer and managed to make myself scarce as the two customers seemed to hit things off. I did put a menu out on the bar and checked on the ktichen while they talked.
 
Marianne

Watching you walk closer, tipping my head back to meet your eyes I reply smoothly,

"I know about as much as you as far as the pub's services around here ... oh look... a menu ... "

Picking it up and pretending to study it, before eyeing you and grinning coquettishly.

"Soooo... are you a man who needs it laying out for you, or do you prefer to ... guess ... what's on offer ...?"

I hold out the menu card and whisper demurely,

"Maybe you should check what's generally available and if that doesn't satisfy your ... demands ... perhaps we can work out what the daily special is ....?"

I hand over the list.

"Do you have a favourite ... dish..?"

After all, it was you who expressed having an appetite in the first place and it would be a shame to eat alone ...
 
Once in the kitchen I found myself hungry and glanced through the window in the door keeping an eye out for any new comers as I cook.
 
Im walking along the street and the name "Micki's Bar" strikes me.
As Im Scots Irish i am intrigued and decide to go in for a pint of the 'Black Stuff', walking up to the bar i notice a couple talking, but nobody behind the bar!

I glance along the bar and notice the Guinness tap and am relieved, and wait patiently for some service.
 
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