Mark, Joe and Hans are shooting pool at a local bar. Dave and Josie also arrive at said bar and confrontation ensues.
(Mod note: log incomplete.)
<Josie_Lyons> 4 RPG On!
<Mark_Sulfur> ((repost: ::can be atta bar with Hans and Joe if CK comes back for RP shooting pool or something if Josie and Dave wish to “pester” XD::))
<Countrykat> ((ah! okay! thankies!))
* Countrykat is now known as Joseph_Forge
<Dave_Santo> ::still limping on his crutch and dressed as he always is, hair as neat as a mullet can be, was out walking with Josie when he needed to wet his whistle::
<Josie_Lyons> ::heading to said bar with teh Dave!:: You buying tonight or shall I?
<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> ::is… winning at pool! HAHAHAHA there. mun got dibs::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::is watching Hans or Joe or whoever shootin’ with a far away look as he leans against his pool stick::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::cheater. XD::
<Josie_Lyons> <Hans>::^____^::
<Joseph_Forge> ::watching! studying the table carefully. figuring out now he’s way out of practice. XD will lean in and sink a couple before missing again to let Hans go. Goes to sip on his beah. isn’t drunk Trina!! lol! just sipping ONE XD::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> ::so long as you don’t start dancing on the tables, dear, I’m fine::
<Joseph_Forge> ::ahh good!:;
<Dave_Santo> I will ::smiles and goes to kiss her:: Afterall, you paid for dinner last night
<Dave_Santo> ::limps on in::
<Josie_Lyons> <Hans>::on second beer himself, but no lightweight.:: Catching up… Your turn, Mark. ::sips drink:: Maaaark.
<Mark_Sulfur> Honestly, Hans, why don’t you let someone else play? ::grinning. Isn’t drinking tonight. Asked for a skim milk::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Doh! Keel my line))
<Josie_Lyons> ((no wait I didn’t see the Hans XD))
<Mark_Sulfur> Huh? ::looks up::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((LOL s’okie! XD He needs waking up anyway))
<Josie_Lyons> ::holds door for him lol since he on crutches. goes in after and up to bar:: Alright. I’ll just have a Long Island Tea.
<Josie_Lyons> <Hans>:;we’ll say he went after Joe, got just one in, barely missed one. has one up on Joe, so he catching up.::
<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> Your turn.
<Mark_Sulfur> Oh. Right. ::stands and goes look at the table in thought, tapping his pool stick against his shoulder::
<Dave_Santo> ::pants lightly as he gets to the bar:: How do you run that every day? ::looks the the barman:: Large Gin please
<Josie_Lyons> ::smirks:: I run that and more everyday, Dave. You’re getting out of shape due to your injury. ::nudges him teasingly::
<Josie_Lyons> <Hans>::stands near Joe, whispers:: That Darling must be doing a number on him. I’ve never seen him so out of it. ::smirks::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::leans over and hits a ball into the nearest pocket. Goes for another one after taking a sup of skim milk, misses it:: Crud. You’re up. ::to Joe::
<Joseph_Forge> ::sips on his beah as he watches. nods and smirks, whispering back:: I know. Me either. Though at least he smiles now. ::nods and goes to shoot his shot!:: You know I’d be winning if you two wasn’t both going against me here. ::leans in to sink one, then takes another shot and sinks a second. misses his third though::
<Mark_Sulfur> We’re teaming up against you? ::smirks::
<Josie_Lyons> <Hans>::yey Mark is our designated driver!::
<Dave_Santo> ::smiles back:: Is that so? Right, I’ll remember you said that for when I’m able to walk again::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies, Hans:: <Mark> ::Drops them off:: You’re both fired. <Joe and Hans> YAY!!!!!! LONG VACATION!))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Josie_Lyons> Oh ho, you going to race me or something then? ::takes her drink and sips it::
<Dave_Santo> ((::DIES!!!::))
<Joseph_Forge> well you’re both shooting at the stripped balls and I’m on the solids. Two working on one color isn’t fair!
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> Hey, you’re the marksman of the Bureau, we figured it’d be fair.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::snorks!::
<Dave_Santo> ::evil smirk and whispers something naughty in her ear after a mouthful of gin::
<Josie_Lyons> ::nearly snorts out her drink:: Dave. ::whacks on arm some, blushing:: Behave yourself. ::grins:: And I’m keeping tabs on how much you have tonight too, by the way.
<Dave_Santo> ::blinks and looks at Josie with a confused look:: Pardon? ::swishes his tail::
<Josie_Lyons> Your drink intake. I didn’t realize how much you had a day.
<Joseph_Forge> Thats with a rifle, not a pool stick.
<Dave_Santo> ::just in case folks were wondering, Dave was talking about how fit they’d have to be to run away after filling Mark’s car with rubbish ^^::
<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> Excuses, excuses.
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Josie>::then would not tell him to behave XD and let it BURN! @____@ ahahaha evil ex-girlfriend laughter;: <Mark> WHY does she dislike me so? SHE broke up with ME! >.<))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckling, takes another sup of milk::
<Joseph_Forge> Hey I’ll take any excuse I can get. ::smirks:: you guys go ahead
<Dave_Santo> ((<Dave> ::stares at Mark:: Dude… what did you do?! <Mark> :o I have no idea!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::thankfully, Dave doesn’t know what his new car looks like, so he can’t do anything to it… uet. XD::
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DIES!!!!!!:: <Mark> I was too nice. <Dave> …. ::gulps::))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::busts up::))
<Dave_Santo> ::light frown:: I don’t drink that much…
<Mark_Sulfur> Hans, you’re up.
<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> ::shrugs and takes up some chalk for the cue and sets the small block down. looking the table over then finally gets a shot. leans down and oooh does a fancy pants banking shot into corner pocket. takes another drink as he decides on next one::
<Dave_Santo> ((<Dave>… ::note to self: Too nice = Bad!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> Show off. ::smirking::
<Josie_Lyons> Not everyday… but I see you with that flask of yours all the time. ::chuckles:: And you like the hard stuff too. ::smiles at him, puts arm ’round his shoulders::
<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> Hey, I rarely get those. I must be in my game today for once.
<Joseph_Forge> He is. :smirking:: Must be the lager.
<Mark_Sulfur> That, or the upcoming wedding. ::smirking with JOe::
<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> ::shakes his head at the two. lines up shot, gets ball in but scratches too with cue ball going in:: Aw crud.
<Dave_Santo> ::sighs and goes to put an arm round her:: Lots of 21 year olds drink a lot Josie… so I have a few sips of whiskey to keep me warm… and I never drink or hung over on duty
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Dave> Thou can’t get ye flask!! Dost thou think thy art a magistrate?! <Josie> O_o?))
<Dave_Santo> ((::IS DEAD:::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::snorks:: I don’t think its the wedding.
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> Definitely the wedding.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!))
<Joseph_Forge> * Mark_Sulfur sets mode: +o FelonyK
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<FelonyK> <Hans> The wedding didn’t make me miss, you two ladies did. ::takes a drink lol::
<Joseph_Forge> Hey now..easy. :;snickers.::
<Dave_Santo> ::downs another mouthfull of gin::
<FelonyK> ::smiles at him:: Iknow I know… I just worry is all. ::leans against him some and takes a drink::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::pokes Fel Fel:: your mun is showing. XD))
<FelonyK> ((and that was Josie! LOL))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies!::))
<FelonyK> ((and Now I gotta go lol uh… perhaps Josie gets a call at the NSA and Tasha needs something from Hans so that where they go?))
<FelonyK> ((::hugluvs for y’all::))
<Dave_Santo> ::chuckles:: Well don’t… I’m fine
<Joseph_Forge> ((shua! ::hugloafs:: llater fels!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Kay-o! ::loafs:: Later, bebbeh! Uh… go… Bears? XD))
<Dave_Santo> ((Bye luv <3<3<3))