Da Bar

Merle sauntered through Da Bar, slapping the patrons in the back of the head. "Wake up! Wake up! Party's over! Someone's gotta pay the tab, not to mention the standard 45% gratuity....."

Baze's eyes snapped open. "45% gratuity? You've gotta be kidding, mate!"

The door troll sauntered over at that, and simply stood, glowering down at her.

"Ah. Well maybe 45% doesn't sound too bad..."

Nomad woke up and looked at Merle. His head still spinning and his face turning green...he went to run out the door but made it all of 4 feet. He let loose all over Merle.

Sorry pal! Didn't quite make it.

UM...since I lost 80 % of what i drank, does that mean O only owe 45% of 20%?

Nomad then falls backwards and passes out.

You've gotta admire a bloke who can do maths even when totally annihilated. You go, Nommy! Oh, er... can someone help me drag him into a dark corner? He'll appreciate the dark when he wakes up!

What happened? Nommy falls down and all the lights went out.

MERLE!!!!!!! I need a bitters and Soda, an aspirin and a beer please!

"Oh, Mr. Nomad, Sir, let me get that right away for you, sir! And let me thank you so much for tossing your cookies all over me! So much better than a tip, I must say! Mr. Nomad is so thoughtful!"

Nomad began to look worried as Merle came out from behind the bar, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Really, let me help you out, kind, generous, thoughtful Mr. Nomad. Take this, it'll be good for what ails you."

Nomad looked skeptical, but the troll growled menacingly, so Nomad drank what was in the cup Merle was offering him. He gagged. He clutched his throat. He fell over on the floor. He writhed in agony. Then his features blurred, and his limbs began to contort, until Nommy looked just like..........


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Nomad sat up. He felt 500% better. Felt big and strong without the slightest hint of a hangover.

Thanks Merle...I knew you could help. OK, if you please, I would like to set up the get Ian drunk fund behind the bar. Ill buy his first 3 drafts of whatever he wants.

Nommmy sat down at the table , grinning.

He looked around at everybody... "HEY whataya starinfg at...Like Ove never bought a round before. Hmf.

Hey, rounds for everyone until I'm unconcious! (this may take some time...)

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ August 13, 2002 05:51 PM: Message edited by: ianviking ]</font>

<font face="georgia">Say, I'll </font><font face="Brush Script" size= "+1">drink</font><font face="georgia"> to that!

Cheers!</font>

Sorry Im late, it appears that i woke up and thought I looked like a monster. Sheesh.....

<font size=50>Cheers Ian!</font>