Hmmm..... I'm kind of surprised that Kickycan hasn't been over here yet to harass me. He must be passed out drunk on his bar .... again.
I don't know how he makes a profit, when he drinks half the inventory.
I'll not stay here if Dys is not with me!
Bon soir, Francis!! Wouldn't you like a nice glass of Chardonnay, and some brie?
Now, you don't really want to follow all that riff raff over to ....ugh...Kickycan's saloon, do you?
I just want to stay here...with Dys.
>sprints naked through Bistro<
Dont worry Dys!!!
Im coming to save you.....
I like Kicky's Saloon too, ya know. And Eva's Wine Cellar. And some watering holes of our a2k past...
So, don't cucumbers make one burp? I'll just have some bruschetta with a little truffle nero oil, and a glass of that chianti that's had a chance to breathe a bit.
Ah, msolga hangs out here.
<puts on tuxedo patterned tee shirt and enters>
Uggghhh!!! I hope nobody saw that riffraff from Kicky's place!! I'm gonna need to hire a bouncer!
Well, I can't blame them for coming over here. It's so obvious this place is so much nicer!!
Hey, boys, play "Take Five" (jazz combo starts playing)
Da dum dee dum.. da da da da..da dum dee dum....(snapping fingers)
Oh! That's my favorite jazz cut!
I'm so damn sophisticated!!
What riffraff from Kicky's Place?
Never mind, osso. Some ...uh...naked woman just ran through here....but don't worry ...she's gone now.
Sit right down here, and let me get you some of that chianti...
I don't mind the odd nekkid woman running around, girl. Perhaps she was in a hurry..
So the dys and Francis and Roger are riff-raff, well, as they say, good taste is timeless. We are so outta here and we're taking Shewolf and Osso with us because we DO have good taste. Heading down the street to Rudy's BBQ for whisky and ribs.
True, osso, true.
(holding glass of chianti by the stem, the way it should be done -- so temperature of hand does not change temperature of wine)
Here you go, osso, and here's some lovely fresh bruschetta for you.
Oh, you're gonna like this play ever so much more than Kicky's dump!
Wait, osso! You don't want to go with them, do you!!! You can't !!! You ...musn't!!! You...
Oh, damn!! (sips chianti)
I'm not surprised at Dys, and roger...but ...Francis!! and osso!
stray cats=trash cans=the din in the night.
Um, I have catholic tastes... I dislike a bit of everything.
Rudy's, though, that's a swell place.
Wait, wait, does Rudy's have whisky?
I'm going to need one to hear about this hurricane...
(Walks out of bistro and calls down the street after them..)
Ok. That's fine with me. Go ahead and eat your ol' ribs! Then you can trundle on over to the saloon!
I'm sure Kicky's waiting for you...if he's not still passed out in a pool of his own slobber!!!!
Uh-oh! What am I doing!! I sure hope none of my classy, upscale customers heard that! (hurries back inside)
