|QUOTE (Iron Felix @ Mar 9 2011, 01:18 PM)|
|Just then the first customers, a pair of Kennyites, walk in.|
"Yee Ha, comrades! Yee ha! Welcome to Felix's Good Ole Downhome Bar and Grill Collective! Come in and make yourselves at home. What can I get for you?"
|QUOTE (kenny @ Mar 10 2011, 08:22 PM)|
|Cautiously, Susa made his way toward the bar, confident his clever disguise was enough to fool Big Red, but still wary of whatever tricks he might try to pull. "Two Arrogant Bastard Ales, my good man," he whispered lowly, trying to disguise his voice. He thought he caught a suspicious glance out of the corner of Felix's eye...|
|He thought he caught a suspicious glance out of the corner of Felix's eye, but he wouldn't have much time to think about that, for just then Major Gunns and her rather appetizing rack appeared at his side to order drinks for herself and her charge. |
Just moments earlier, Susa had made possibly the wisest decision he'd ever made in his life: he'd avoided an incredibly tempting offer from Empress Jhessan to dance, sparing himself an inevitable walloping from Manuelo Fernanda later. But now, he was about to do something even more stupid.
Deftly he draped his arm over the Major's shoulder and cooed in her ear: "Hey sexy mama, wanna kill all federalists?"