The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #33555 Message #448701
Posted By: JenEllen
24-Apr-01 - 11:06 PM
Thread Name: Mudcat Shite-Free Tavern (Next!)
Subject: RE: Mudcat Shite-Free Tavern (Next!)
The woman continued to plot further manipulations of the scanning system while the tavern began a slow tectonic boil of it's own. The crack in the plate this time was, of course, Spaw's declaration of war against TurkeyTurdBreweries.
When the lights went out, she hit the floor beneath the table with a thud. Her first conscious thought was that Mick's bib must not have been big enough, for she landed in a mildly evaporated puddle of drool that extended the underlength of the table. Her second was that the Dichter was awake, and close, dangerously close, like he-could-read-her- "Property of Camp Shitamuck" t-shirt-by-braille kind of close...
She looked about ready to bolt, and he looked like he'd landed on the pencil, when the BigMick entered and flung the door off of it's hinges in his hunt for the elusive Nathan. As terrifying a thought as it was to stay under the table, there was no way in hell she was going out there now.
By the time the blanket fell, she was well under way to changing the commensal to symbiotic.....blueprints....yeah, the blueprints.......