Da Bar

[MerleZ]

Merle was carrying a tray of drinks out, when he looked up, and saw it.

<font size=+5>"NUUULLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"</FONT>

As the tray of drinks fell crashing to the floor, Merle ran screaming from the room, and no amount of threatening, screaming or cajoling by Barkeep could coax him out from under his cot.

[MerleZ]

Merle crawled out from under his cot long enough to draw a new pitcher of Sam Adams for Nommy, and furtively crept over to the table. "Here, happy belated birthday. Now I gotta go hide from the Null!"

Quaking with terror, Merle scrambled back under his cot, taking his blanky with him.....

[Nommy]

Thanks MErle.


Nomad gets obliterated by himself in the corner.

[ProfCrash]

Noting Merle's reaction to the Null, PC quickly hid under the table with him.

"pssst Merle, what is it and why are we scared of it?"

[MerleZ]

"I dunno what it is. They used to show up all the time at this other place, though. Always meant trouble."

Merle made a mental note to switch Crash's drinks to O'Doule's. Hey, if she couldn't tell the difference between a cot and a table, it was time to cut her off!

[Baze]

Baze looked blankly at the Null. "What's so scary about that?"

But there were more important things to worry about than Merle's irrational fears. "Barkeep! Hey! Do you reckon we could get a big screen in here? A girl's gotta watch the World Cup somewhere, you know!"

The Barkeep shrugged. "Don't know if we can pick up the BBC this far out."

"Let's find out, shall we?" So saying, Baze climbed to her feet and strode out of the door. She returned a few minutes later with a folding screen which she proceeded to set up in a corner. Pulling a small projector from an inside pocket, she set it up in the middle of the empty glasses on the table. "Now if I can just find the right setting..."

[ProfCrash]

Crawling out from under the cot "it looked like a table in the post grading haze" PC saw Baze setting up a tv. "You know, ESPN and ESPN2 are carrying all of the games. We don't need the BBC."

Picking up the remote, PC turns on ESPN. "So what are the US squads chances of winning this thing?"

[MerleZ]

Merle crawled out from under the cot, his fears relieved by Baze's bravado in front of the Null.

"Hey, a round for everyone from Barkeep to celebrate the US win over Portugal!" Barkeep scowled at Merle, but nodded. Merle quickly poured the drinks and mugs and distributed them at the table.

[Erythrina]

Yo Merley, give me one-a doze. Sheesh, whadda month. I've been working harder'n a one legged man in an aa....aaah that tasted good!

[Baze]

Base settled back in her chair, finding a place for her feet on the crowded table. Ah... football. In a bar. With beer. Heaven.

"The US did pretty good in that win over Portugal!" she conceded, "even *with* that fantastic own-goal."

She looked thoughtful for a second. "Actually- you probably have more of a chance of winning it than the English team do. Oh! Hold on, it's the Argentina game!"

And sure enough, it came up on the screen. From somewhere beneath her voluminous jacket, Baze pulled out an England scarf, and draped in round her neck. "Come on England!"