Plot Bunny

Enough of that. Let's discuss what they were doing in the bathroom. :D
 
Don't jump to conclusions, Bear. They were on their way to MA from Portsmouth, NH; that would take them through Salem. Can you be sure it wasn't witchcraft that sucked them out that bathroom window?

Sadly, as they were coming from/going to central Mass, they would not have gone through Salem. ;)
 
They were on a brewery tour. Occam's razor, alcohol was involved.

The nature of the brewery wasn't stated, Bear. Can you be sure it wasn't "witch's brew?" And that the "horseplay" included riding broomsticks?

(I thought this was a plot bunny, not a scientific treatise...)
 
Sadly, as they were coming from/going to central Mass, they would not have gone through Salem. ;)

Sadly, if they were coming from/going to central Mass, they were in a traffic circle with no one permitting them to get to an outer lane to get off. (Been there, done that.)
 
Sadly, as they were coming from/going to central Mass, they would not have gone through Salem. ;)

Portsmouth is on the coast, right on I-95, not in central Mass. Any reason they wouldn't have taken I-495 and passed by Salem?

They were at the Redhook Brewery, not the Annheuser-Busch in south-central NH. If they had been there, I'd have suspected they were caught in the Budwiza Triangle and sucked out of the bus by unexplained cosmic forces.
 
Portsmouth is on the coast, right on I-95, not in central Mass. Any reason they wouldn't have taken I-495 and passed by Salem?

?? They would've taken 2 to 495 to 95, thus avoiding Salem, witch, I mean, which is inside 95 and on the coast. It's shorter, and it avoids Boston traffic and Sr's dreaded Concord rotary.

I think there's something about being from New England that makes you love to talk traffic and directions.
 
?? They would've taken 2 to 495 to 95, thus avoiding Salem, witch, I mean, which is inside 95 and on the coast. It's shorter, and it avoids Boston traffic and Sr's dreaded Concord rotary.

I think there's something about being from New England that makes you love to talk traffic and directions.

Yes, New Englanders all want to know where they're going and why they can't get there. It all stems from the same latitude--same climate fallacy that screwed them back in 1620.
 
Enough of that. Let's discuss what they were doing in the bathroom. :D

They were on a brewery tour. Occam's razor, alcohol was involved.
Alcohol being involved doesn't exclude horseplay of various kinds. The two of they did decide, in an alcoholic haze or not, to go together to the bathroom and were doing something that made them fall out that window.

I see a tender but tragic romance. They meet while on bus tour. Lingering looks, a brushed-by-touch as they get on and off the bus for tours. Awkward conversations as they end up seated next to each other, discussing the tour. Their thighs touch because the seats are so narrow and close together. The tension and desire between them intensifies. Then, finally, after consuming some liquid courage at the brewery, unable to hold out any longer, they surrender to their lust in the bus bathroom. Alas, even as they give into their burning passion...tragedy strikes!

Oh, why, oh, why the old lady who used the restroom before them leave open the window?

Something like that. :cattail:
 
Alcohol being involved doesn't exclude horseplay of various kinds. The two of they did decide, in an alcoholic haze or not, to go together to the bathroom and were doing something that made them fall out that window.

I see a tender but tragic romance. They meet while on bus tour. Lingering looks, a brushed-by-touch as they get on and off the bus for tours. Awkward conversations as they end up seated next to each other, discussing the tour. Their thighs touch because the seats are so narrow and close together. The tension and desire between them intensifies. Then, finally, after consuming some liquid courage at the brewery, unable to hold out any longer, they surrender to their lust in the bus bathroom. Alas, even as they give into their burning passion...tragedy strikes!

Oh, why, oh, why the old lady who used the restroom before them leave open the window?

Something like that. :cattail:

Not a bad story, but much too logical and coherent...unless the old lady was actually a Salem Witch who saw a chance to capture two souls in the act for her Master, Beelzebub himself...
 
Not a bad story, but much too logical and coherent...unless the old lady was actually a Salem Witch who saw a chance to capture two souls in the act for her Master, Beelzebub himself...
Naw. The old lady a holy roller. It's the brewery that's owned and run by witches. That's why the two can no longer resist after sampling the beer. :devil:
 
I can't resist sampling on brewery tours and none of them were witch owned. But what do you expect from a bear?
 
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