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Post by Moridanu on Sept 9, 2009 3:13:09 GMT -5
*After a long and crappy day, Kylie walks into the bar. She looks around and is amazed at how cool the place looks but doesnt spend too much time wondering what it looks like as it will look different to everyone. What will remain the same is the kick ass jukebox and kareoke machine. Oh, and the bar. It is the bar that she walks towards and she smiles as a really, really handsome bartender appears behind the bar. Strangely, he looks just like Dean from Supernatural. Kylie smiles her secret smile as she plans on doing naughty things to him. She knows that the bartender/barmaid will be different for everyone, another kick ass feature of this awesome bar.
Kylie reaches up and unties the ponytail that she has had in her long blonde hair for the last fourteen hours and kicks off her shoes under the bar. She is still in her uniform and thinks longingly of the bubble bath she is going to have when she gets home. Her puppy Bella (who btw is going to be turning ONE tomorrow!! OMG!!!) runs in and lays down obediently at her feet. Kylie is happy that this is a fantasy cause she knows that in reality Bella would be chewing on the shoes under the bar.)
After ordering a drink (a raspberry vodka cruiser) and ordering the Dean lookalike to strip down to some snazzy red boxer shorts, she wanders over to the jukebox and spends some time pouring over her choices. Finally deciding upon "In between days" by The Cure, she wanders back over to the bar and makes goo good eyes at the Dean lookalike while she waits for some company. After awhile, the Dean lookalike asks her to dance, and Kylie smiles that secret smile again as she pulls him close to her and begins to amaze him with her physical.. skills.. *
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Post by Talisen Phoenix on Sept 9, 2009 4:08:29 GMT -5
Daniel walks into the bar, having just failed a test.
Daniel swaggers into the bar, having just failed a test, thoughts swirl through his head of new media theorists and gramsci’s hegemony. He wonders miserably why he cant seem to come up with an idea for a journalism major writing piece… News is dead. He tells himself silently.
He sits down at the bar when he notices Kylie dancing with no other than Aeryn Sun.
‘Random’
He mutters as Pam Beesly appears from behind a wall.
‘Pam!’
Daniels exclaims with glee, as she pours him a large drink. He sips slowly and waves at Kylie, hoping to catch her attention. She is really into Aeryn.
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Post by Moridanu on Sept 10, 2009 2:09:26 GMT -5
*Kylie looks up as she hears someone yell out "PAM!". It makes her think of Pam from "True Blood" and she remembers that season two is due to start next Tuesday, a thought that makes her do a happy dance on the spot.
Seeing Daniel, she leaves the Dean lookalike and dances her way over to Daniel as her song finishes on the jukebox.
"Hey Dan the man... didnt you read the rules? Youre supposed to put something on the jukebox, otherwise you gotta sing Kareoke.. whats it to be? I think you would do a great version of Madonnas "Like a virgin".. or better yet .. "I touch myself" by the Divynals?" *
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Post by The Demon Auditor on Sept 10, 2009 17:40:49 GMT -5
Terence, the tired and over-worked engineer, walks through the door, zipping up his Jack Skelington hoodie in the process. He runs his sleeve on his nose and heads straight to the jukebox and puts on AC-DC's "Shot Down in Flames," since that's the first thing that came to mind when he read the rules. The music begins... Out on the town, lookin' for a woman,
Gonna gimmie good love
Anybody wanna hang out with me,
And maybe burn me up?
She was standin' alone over by the jukebox,
Like she's something to sell
I said, "Baby, what's the goin' price?"
She told me to go to Hell! Terry walks to the bar and sits a seat away from Daniel and Kylie, "Sup, guys? I have a bit of a cold, sorry if I sneeze or cough." He involuntarily coughs into his sweater sleeve to prove his point. "Cake, anyone? Today's my fiance's birthday!" A cake appears on the bar. "It's a four-layer vanilla cake with buttercreme frosting! I wrote 'Happy Birfday' on it with food coloring pens, and added little gummi grubworms!" He winks and adds slyly, "They're actually 'fruit slices', but they look like grub worms to me, heh heh!" |
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Post by Moridanu on Oct 16, 2009 20:55:28 GMT -5
*Kylie says ~Ew~ as her Terry baby walks in and sneezes and coughs all over the place. ~Dude keep your nasty ass germs to yourself will ya? Ive only got a few weeks left to go of uni, and THEN I can get sick..~ she holds up her two pointer fingers to make a makeshift cross and holds that up in front of him, as though he were a vampire and that might actually repell him. Seeing the cake however, she forgets about getting sick and moves closer to him.
~ Mmmm cake! Tell her happy birthday from me!~
Kylie makes herself comfortable on the plush red velvet chair thats just appeared behind her as she smiles up at her boys while shoving cake in her mouth. After swallowing a few mouthfuls (cause its rude to talk with ya mouth open ya know) Kylie proceeds to tell them about her week.
~OMG guys! I had the best week at prac. Its made me totally decide that its Grade one that I want to teach. And my supervisor teacher was so lovely and I learnt so much from her that Im going to volounteer in her class one day a week for the rest of the year. I got a great final report and I got to teach a maths lesson on Friday that went for an hour.. it worked out perfectly because as I was up teaching, my lecturer walks in to assess me! Soooo sweet!~
She turns to look at Daniel, grabbing another piece of cake as this is a fantasy and she doesnt have to worry about her diet here. Dean appears by her side and drops to his knees, giving her a foot massage as she talks.
~Ive been trying to think of something for you to write about Danny boy.. but in regards to my profession, the only thing that pisses me off that I havent spoken to you about yet is the fact that parents use playstations and tvs as babysitters and hype them up on junk food and then complain to us that they dont know why their children are becoming rude and violent and uncontrollable.. so unless you wanna write something about that.. I dont know how to help ya...~
Shoving the cake down her throat, she burps slightly and grins as she looks at Terence.
~So wheres my Sebastion post Gillgian?? Im dying here..~*
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Madame Tamassa
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Post by Madame Tamassa on Nov 26, 2009 4:39:06 GMT -5
*Kylie taps her foot impatiently, the cake forgotten as she looks to her boys before looking toward the door, wondering if anyone else will come in. EVER.
~Hello... am I talking to myself here??!~*
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