Rigo J. Mortis
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Oct-26-2007 11:15
I walked into the local pub. I was excited. For once, I had finished all my work for the day before dinner. It was such a relief, I was ready to celebrate. I approached the bar, set my beret on the counter and placed almost a quarter of the days' earnings beside it.
"How much scotch can I get for this, Joe?" I pointed at the money on the counter.
"Don't worry buddy. It'll be enough to keep you busy for a while." The bartender and I were on a first name basis because I spent so much time asking him questions, but sometimes I felt like he forgot mine. Just how many crime-ridden detectives could he be dealing with at once, anyway? He took the money and brought me a fifth and a glass. "Take your time though, eh?"
I looked around at the busy pub. There were quite a few interesting looking people about.
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Kevin Greene
Old Shoe
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Dec-21-2007 23:42
"Oh yes. Believe me, I wouldn't have kicked him. Too bad I did, though. Not only does he have a bleeding eye, but I was holding 4 aces!"
I said this, completely ignoring Apolla's shreaks and squeals, as she ran into the bathroom. A bunch of sick men with sick minds whistled their heart out at her trim figure and sexy caboose.
Myself included. :-)
Meanwhile, Dev Elcana was in the ER, with crowds trying to see in. It was quite a sight to see! Apolla's was better though. But, I do like Apolla, and I she got a towel or something. At least she knows men would whistle if she decided to streak. :-)
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