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Post by Joxcenia on Sept 25, 2004 0:29:28 GMT -6
Z's Place started out on the OxyXena Board before it was downsized, and was then moved to ezWhoosh.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 25, 2004 0:39:47 GMT -6
Hello? Anyone here? I have "special" pies.................Anyone? Kareoke?
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Post by eirene on Sept 25, 2004 2:59:59 GMT -6
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 25, 2004 3:05:13 GMT -6
"We don't need hair gel we use the ocean foam........" *grabs a bar stool and throws some peanuts Eirene's way* Hey! You buying tonight? Where's my rum?
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Post by eirene on Sept 25, 2004 8:27:36 GMT -6
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Post by dixielandyankee on Sept 25, 2004 9:52:33 GMT -6
*crashes through the saloon door* Somebody bring me a wench, I've got a bodice here that needs a'rippin'!! Cheers Scrappy...*empties a bottle of rum over Scrappy's head* there's your rum! Did I hear someone say karaoke? I do a wicked rendition of 'All That Jazz' ...hang on, that's not very rock chick is it... dixie
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 25, 2004 14:03:05 GMT -6
Sorry Dixie.....it's not even tequila soaked. And you didn't add to our pirate song. Think I might have to tie you to the mast for that. HEHE "All the the other pirates run in fear....."
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Post by dixielandyankee on Sept 25, 2004 15:14:02 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Sept 25, 2004 17:25:03 GMT -6
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 26, 2004 1:31:24 GMT -6
*shoves a big smelly man off her stool, slams fist down on bar* "Where's my bottle? Where's my food? Where's the crew?" xengab.......Welcome aboard! Do you know how to make something called "drunk Chicken"? I hope you feed us well or we might feed you to the sharks! HARHAR (just kidding)! Dixie............I'm thinking you might like being tied to the mast too much. What kind of punishment is that? Going to have to think of something else. Recap: "On all seven oceans we´re at home... We don't need hair gel we use the ocean foam....... The breeze is strong, the sails are full... hey, hey, hey and ´ne bottle of rum All the the other pirates run in fear..... When they see we can drink our weight in beer... We have a mighty captian who never runs aground......
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Post by eirene on Sept 26, 2004 2:41:01 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Sept 26, 2004 8:31:10 GMT -6
Drunk chicken ,oh yeah.You drop a plucked chicken in to a vat of beer,after a week you roast it.It should be well drunk by then. ;D xengab
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Post by eirene on Sept 26, 2004 11:28:11 GMT -6
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 27, 2004 3:42:44 GMT -6
Howdy All!!!!!!!! Lets get this food fight started! *grabs some old lettuce and chucks it in the general direction of the bar* GOTCHA!!!!!!
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Post by xengab on Sept 27, 2004 8:40:02 GMT -6
Hey, you ask for that.Ducks behind the bar and starts chucking fishheads and innards.How do you like that? xengab
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Post by eirene on Sept 27, 2004 12:51:27 GMT -6
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 27, 2004 14:07:11 GMT -6
*quickly dives behind nearby up turned table* Hey you hit my sexy knee high boots! *carefully pokes head out from behind table* "Hey Dixie! Catch this!" *chucks handful of spagetti and watches as it lands squarly on her bodice* HA! Need help cleaning that up!? *picks up stray fish head, sneaks up on xengab and attempts to stuff it down the back of her shirt* "Hmmm.......Phalon's got to be sneaking around here somewhere!"
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Post by xengab on Sept 27, 2004 15:39:25 GMT -6
Sneaks in and hides behind the bar.Pick's out some targets and lets flying with the pancakes.Hits Srappy squarly on the nose and Eirene manages to catch one.Can't see Phalon and Dixie.I need a drink,can we have a break? xengab
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 27, 2004 15:46:56 GMT -6
Since we seem to be the only ones here right now I'll call a truce and buy you a drink until the rest of the gang shows up. What's your pleasure? *removes pancake from face and begins twirling it on her index finger*
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Post by xengab on Sept 27, 2004 15:58:25 GMT -6
Oh thank's Scrappy!I have had a busy day,with all that cooking and fighting,I could realy do with a long cool beer. xengab
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 27, 2004 16:00:28 GMT -6
*scratches head* Wonder where that bar wnech got to...........Oh well I'll get it. Tap or bottle? And what's on the menu this morning....uh afternoon?
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Post by Phalon on Sept 27, 2004 23:24:57 GMT -6
The bar door swings open, and against a moonlit backdrop, a lone figure appears. She steps out of the shadows and across the threshold into the Tavern. The dim light in the room reveals that she appears somewhat disleveled, (from chasing after three year olds run amok, no doubt). This makes her dangerous. Armed - Rediwhip whipped cream cans slung low on each hip - she has that wild-don't-mess-with-me look in her green eyes. Looking for trouble, she spots her victims across the room. Not-so-innocent bystanders, swilling frothy mugs of beer, looking quite disleveled themselves, dotted with bits of food stuck here and there.
Rediwhip, Aim, Fire. Direct hit!
Gotcha Xengab and Scrappy.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 27, 2004 23:49:03 GMT -6
There I was just minding my own business having a drink with Xengab discussing this weeks menu choices when all of a sudden I was hit from out of nowhere by what could only be canned whipped cream. *slowly she turns wiping the sticky white substance from her eyes* I have something special for you Phalon . *she quickly grabs her bottle of hershy's chocolate syrup and dives across a nearby table narrowly missing a second round of cream, her aim true, she covers the front of Phalon's fluffy white pirate shirt with the brown sticky substance* How do you like them apples!
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Post by Phalon on Sept 27, 2004 23:54:53 GMT -6
She reaches in the pouch slung over her shoulder and pulls out a handful of red-sticky ammunition. Slings them in Scrappy's direction. In-comming!!!!
There ya go, Scrappy. What's whipped cream without a few marachino cherries on top.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 28, 2004 0:15:20 GMT -6
I circled around and doused the only two torches with my bottle of syrup. An acrid burned chocolate smell filled the tavern room. I made my way quietly to the freezer, then snuck back to the bar where Phalon was now standing looking I presume for me. I snuck in behind her and deposited a handful of my cold and now runny bomb down her shirt. "Ha! How about some icecream to finish off this sunday!"
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Post by dixielandyankee on Sept 28, 2004 11:36:08 GMT -6
*crawls out from behind the bar...peels a rather cold and sticky piece of spaghetti from her cleavage* Scrappy... ...you best get some bolognaise sauce and a fork and help me clean up this mess! ;D *reaches into satchel slung around her neck and produces a tub* Three week old pasta salad coming at ya courtesy of the crew fridge!! *leans head back under the Jack Daniels and drinks from the dispenser*
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 28, 2004 12:14:59 GMT -6
*jumps down from table where she was sleeping picking pasta salad from hair*
Well Dixie, I can see that you are a "saucy" kinda gal...........so here it comes! *pulls old squeeze bottle from boot top and aims at Dixie's upper region* How are you with marinara? Why would I need a fork? And when did we get a Jack dispenser. What a cool device. Are we in a sharing mood?
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Post by eirene on Sept 28, 2004 12:21:46 GMT -6
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 28, 2004 12:26:06 GMT -6
I'm not sure I'm quite done throwing things yet. Can I have a little more time? *Grabs handful of beans and tosses them Eirene's way* And don't we have kitchen wenches to clean up? I hate house work.
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Post by xengab on Sept 28, 2004 15:28:11 GMT -6
I'm all alone Where is everyone? The place looks a mess,well I'm not cleaning it.Cooks don't clean, the have wenches in the galley for that.I just have to drink by myself. xengab Hey Scrappy,I just noticed you there in the corner,come and join me for a drink.
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