FF:VIC The 'Big V' Pub and Local. (brought to you by the bartenders from the Mandalore Dump.)

100!

DJTJ, don't worry, we are hiring a gimp to do the mule work, and he will be living down there, so you will soon have company.

COngrats guys, we hit the ton! Keep on drinking!

 

*Sends a new note up*

well that makes me feel better can i have some beer please send it down and I can still see the gaint rat

 

Wipes bar and shouts down to DJTJ.

"Sorry mate, your too young for any more beer I have decided. And don't worry about the Giant Rat, he will only hurt you if you look directly at him or infringe on his territory. Have a good one!"

Continues to whistle and wipe down bench.

 

~runs in~

Look guys...I'm at work, and the only way I'm going to get through the rest of the day is if I get completlely plastered!

~orders a pint of Vodka with ice and a straw~

 

Ice? Bah, you sissy.

/me hands Gleng a shot of vodka in a liquid-nitrogen-cooled shot-sized stubby holder

That's one of my favourite inventions, I'm about to patent it and market it to the world. Anyone know a good stubby holder distributor?

 

I just thought I'd chime in and say that in real life I did actually manage to get plastered!

I'm going to bed now!

~hic~

 

*Shouts up*

Then can i have a Lemon Squash!

*Pause*

And Ratty wants a Bloody Mary!

*Pause*

No He just wants a Mary! He says he'll take care of the blood!

 

I will send you down a drink soon TJ, tell ratty i sent him down some year 8 kid to eat, he should find him down there somewhere prattling on about trying to get out and wanting a lemon squash.

Got the message? yes? then just tell ratty the message, and everything will be fine.

 

*Slips in the door, taking a seat in the far corner* watch, then learn...


(what the heck)

Where's the bartender here? Any specials to welcome this lone stranger?



PS: the extremely high testosterone levels in this place actually scares me a bit, but Darth_Reign told me to pay yous a visit, so here I am...

 

Listen here Devi, you bloody come clean with your true Identity, or you get no service.

**Points to the 'Huggard is a sex god!!' comment in her sig.**

Only you would write something like that you love sick puppy!!

Bourbon or Scotch?

 

*Falls through roof onto floor, then looks up once again to see the roof repairing itself.*

Don't ask long story.

*Tucks wether vain under tattered coat*

Anyone spare some change I need to go to Just jeans again.

P.S: I learned how to spell again, not that it will last.)

 

I am the Devi l...
Err... Bourbon please...
No, scotch...
Stuff it, I'll just have both

Not together though!! They taste weird if you mix 'em.

 

ok folks, fine ill stop pretending

i cant act drunk cos ive never been drunk!!

Its sad but true i know

*looks up*

Wow did i say that?!?! I must have been drunk

 

Emerges from the "barf"room stinking of his own half digested food and feces.

"Help me I'm sick"

 

**Pulls out shotgun and shoots Darth_Reign**

Consider yourself helped.

Anyone else need anything?

 

"Internal organs failing...losing breath...must finish booze"

<slumps himself up on the bar whilst enduring the shattered shards of POT's shotgun blast. Reaches for beer sculls it and falls limp onto the bar>

"Just gimme a few minutes"

Bar patrons glance for a few seconds and then get back to their drinks.

 

What Happened I leave for this long and someone is dying!

(Thinks for abit)

Must be the booze

 

*Grunts and then snarls*

Where are you boozers?

 

Alright I'm ok. Where's PoT, I need ale!

 

**Throws Ale at D_R, hoping the dying guy can still catch**

"I'll add it to your tab."

"Anyone else needing a refreshment?"

 

Yeah I'll take a shot in the head!

 

How about a pint of something for a stranger from far away on the other side of the galaxy?
Visit Balkans Bar @ Europe region general

 

Losaique enters.
'Gimme whatever you got, make it double, and then some...!

 

Ah, Strangers! Tis a grand time to be a Victorian, to be recieving such 'exotic' folk from far abroad.

Here be a pint of our finest beer, the James Boags and Sons Brew!

And for the other new guest whose registration date inspires the inherit suspicion of sockhood?

Hoists up a dusty box, and slowly - with trembling hands - hoists out the 'death slab'.

"Last guy who tried to drink a can from this slab died within a minute. If you can drink the whole thing, then stand still for 30 seconds, you can have drinks in here for free, forever!"

Dumps the 'death slab' on the bar, mumbling about gullible tourists who will try anything...

 

The Death Slab? Have you been snoopin round my bar PoT, stealing my secret recipes? Enough is enough. What have you done with the recipe you intercepted? I must have it back. The Death Slab is a dangerous thing to be serving and musn't be dealt with lightly.

To brew a Death Slab you must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind. This one a long time have I watched, all this night has he looked away to the women at booth four, and out the window to the pornagraphic billboard across the road. Never his mind on where he was. What he was Serving. Fosters, heh!. Hahn Premium light, heh! A drunken customer craves not these things! You are reckless.