The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Unibot II]

Eduard starred at her for a few second, jesus, he had gotten this woman completely trashed, she could barely string together a few syllables together, let alone have a conversation. Too bad, he thought, it would no longer be okay for him to sleep with her... he considered this supposition some more.... no.. it would be wrong... welll.. maybe just a littl-- no, it's wrong he said!

Eduard smiled as Violet set a basket of wings down between Eduard and Kelly, Eduard grabbed the first wing and chewed on it, nodding. "Hhmm.. good stuff."

"I think I'm going to have another rusty nail to chase these down." Eduard said, gesturing for another glass of scotch.

"Yah, gud stuff," Kelly managed, devouring a wing rather messily. She made it through three more in this fashion before becoming aware of the saucy mess on her face produced by over-enthusiastic eating. She fought to hold in a giggle. A lot of messy college memories were bubbling up in her head.

"Ya know," she said, focusing hard past the memories and alcohol to use a napkin as deftly as possible, "I can't say -hic- I've evar scheen someone have scotch with wings."

Eduard took a breather -- the wings were hot. "Yeah well -hic- scotch is my favor-it ith you khow what I means.. meanz.. man.. mean. Tongue got your cat, I meanz, -hic- whatevar."

Eduard took a napkin and dabbed it across Kelly's face, smiling, "You gotz summ on you."

[Mesogirian WA Mission]

Eduard took a breather -- the wings were hot. "Yeah well -hic- scotch is my favor-it ith you khow what I means.. meanz.. man.. mean. Tongue got your cat, I meanz, -hic- whatevar."

Eduard took a napkin and dabbed it across Kelly's face, smiling, "You gotz summ on you."

This time Kelly did giggle.

"Oh, I didn' schee it there, thanx," she said, still giggling. Somehow, this was all very silly.

"You got sum on you," she managed to say. "I bet it still tast's gud, too."

She giggled again.

[Unibot II]

Eduard took a breather -- the wings were hot. "Yeah well -hic- scotch is my favor-it ith you khow what I means.. meanz.. man.. mean. Tongue got your cat, I meanz, -hic- whatevar."

Eduard took a napkin and dabbed it across Kelly's face, smiling, "You gotz summ on you."

This time Kelly did giggle.

"Oh, I didn' schee it there, thanx," she said, still giggling. Somehow, this was all very silly.

"You got sum on you," she managed to say. "I bet it still tast's gud, too."

She giggled again.

Eduard's security guard -- sitting in the back of the room -- sipped a virgin drink and frowned at the scene. "Disgusting.."

As Eduard leaned in to snog Kelly, Eduard's security guard stood up awkwardly expecting he would have to jump in and break up a fight. Oftentimes, this was about when Eduard got smacked in the face. The guard had learned to wait a few seconds so that the lady could get the first hit in, that way she felt better about the fight being broken up, and the guard got to see his obnoxious boss's face covered in blood.

Eduard whispered into Kelly's ear, "You tell me -hic-."

[Mesogirian WA Mission]

Eduard's security guard -- sitting in the back of the room -- sipped a virgin drink and frowned at the scene. "Disgusting.."

As Eduard leaned in to snog Kelly, Eduard's security guard stood up awkwardly expecting he would have to jump in and break up a fight. Oftentimes, this was about when Eduard got smacked in the face. The guard had learned to wait a few seconds so that the lady could get the first hit in, that way she felt better about the fight being broken up, and the guard got to see his obnoxious boss's face covered in blood.

Eduard whispered into Kelly's ear, "You tell me -hic-."

As the cute fellow leaned in, Kelly realized there was something terribly wrong with the whole situation.

Different parts of her brain put forth different explanations.

A loud, authoritative voice made disparaging remarks about the fact that Kelly was married.

A second voice, demanded to know what the hell married had to do with it, and noted that Kelly was probably too drunk.

A third voice, giggling and hiccup-filled, decided that what was wrong with the scene was that the cute fellow was wearing pants.

A fourth voice announced that it really, really didn't feel well.

The other voices inquired as to the source of the fourth voice.

It was determined to be the stomach, and it again protested that it wasn't feeling well.

"Uhh, I doan-" Kelly managed to slur, bringing up a hand to hold the cute fellow back.

And then she vomited on him, mainly on his face, and shirt, and neck and thus down his shirt.

[Unibot II]

Eduard's security guard -- sitting in the back of the room -- sipped a virgin drink and frowned at the scene. "Disgusting.."

As Eduard leaned in to snog Kelly, Eduard's security guard stood up awkwardly expecting he would have to jump in and break up a fight. Oftentimes, this was about when Eduard got smacked in the face. The guard had learned to wait a few seconds so that the lady could get the first hit in, that way she felt better about the fight being broken up, and the guard got to see his obnoxious boss's face covered in blood.

Eduard whispered into Kelly's ear, "You tell me -hic-."

As the cute fellow leaned in, Kelly realized there was something terribly wrong with the whole situation.

Different parts of her brain put forth different explanations.

A loud, authoritative voice made disparaging remarks about the fact that Kelly was married.

A second voice, demanded to know what the hell married had to do with it, and noted that Kelly was probably too drunk.

A third voice, giggling and hiccup-filled, decided that what was wrong with the scene was that the cute fellow was wearing pants.

A fourth voice announced that it really, really didn't feel well.

The other voices inquired as to the source of the fourth voice.

It was determined to be the stomach, and it again protested that it wasn't feeling well.

"Uhh, I doan-" Kelly managed to slur, bringing up a hand to hold the cute fellow back.

And then she vomited on him, mainly on his face, and shirt, and neck and thus down his shirt.

OOC: Perfect.

IC: Eduard's guard laughed out loud, and sat back down to watch Eduard wipe the regurgitated chicken wings and cream colored oatmeal-like vomit off his face. Eduard took a second to compose himself and then signaled his assistant for a cab.

"Would you like -hic- a cab?" Eduard asked Kelly. His face still stricken with shock.

[Mesogirian WA Mission]

OOC: Perfect.

OOC: You're too kind, I'm just cribbing it off of real-life experience.

IC: Eduard's guard laughed out loud, and sat back down to watch Eduard wipe the regurgitated chicken wings and cream colored oatmeal-like vomit off his face. Eduard took a second to compose himself and then signaled his assistant for a cab.

"Would you like -hic- a cab?" Eduard asked Kelly. His face still stricken with shock.

"I, uugh, err, gugh," Kelly slured and mumbled, face gone solid red and hands clamped to her mouth. She didn't look like a very happy Ambassador.

"There you are!" said a man in a bright lime green suit and matching stetson hat, striding into the Bar. "What have you been doing in here, Rodriguez? Your wife's been-" He came around to the front, where he could see the pronounced mess on Eduard's face, and Kelly's none-too-healthy face.

"Jesus, Kel, are you okay? What happened Has this guy been...?" The man in green suit turned to Eduard, and eyed him speculatively.

[Unibot II]

OOC: Perfect.

OOC: You're too kind, I'm just cribbing it off of real-life experience.

OOC: Were you the puker or the pukee?

"I, uugh, err, gugh," Kelly slured and mumbled, face gone solid red and hands clamped to her mouth. She didn't look like a very happy Ambassador.

"There you are!" said a man in a bright lime green suit and matching stetson hat, striding into the Bar. "What have you been doing in here, Rodriguez? Your wife's been-" He came around to the front, where he could see the pronounced mess on Eduard's face, and Kelly's none-too-healthy face.

"Jesus, Kel, are you okay? What happened Has this guy been...?" The man in green suit turned to Eduard, and eyed him speculatively.

Eduard looked at the man's curious fashion taste with a critical highbrow as he finished the man's sentence, ".. been puked on? Yes. Threating Rodriquez's sexual orientation or the integrity of her marriage? -hic- probably not."

Eduard nodded and removed his vomit-covered shirt, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a shower waiting for me."

[Imperial Yamea]

By now Sarah was sobbing her heart out in the corner, half asleep and well and truly drunk. Her friends got up and each grabbing an arm and a foot carried her out to the car, and off they went to leave. Turning back and re-entering lukus one of the friends approached the bar to pay off their tab.

[Ethel mermania]

OOC: Perfect.

OOC: You're too kind, I'm just cribbing it off of real-life experience.

IC: Eduard's guard laughed out loud, and sat back down to watch Eduard wipe the regurgitated chicken wings and cream colored oatmeal-like vomit off his face. Eduard took a second to compose himself and then signaled his assistant for a cab.

"Would you like -hic- a cab?" Eduard asked Kelly. His face still stricken with shock.

"I, uugh, err, gugh," Kelly slured and mumbled, face gone solid red and hands clamped to her mouth. She didn't look like a very happy Ambassador.

"There you are!" said a man in a bright lime green suit and matching stetson hat, striding into the Bar. "What have you been doing in here, Rodriguez? Your wife's been-" He came around to the front, where he could see the pronounced mess on Eduard's face, and Kelly's none-too-healthy face.

"Jesus, Kel, are you okay? What happened Has this guy been...?" The man in green suit turned to Eduard, and eyed him speculatively.

ooc: uni is right


Nathan Detroit turns to his feathered acquaintance and says,

“well I guess that bet is a push . . “

The second drone gets up and comes back with the Empty Mop Bucket that was in the bathroom, and a sponge and says to the ambassadors:

"here clean yourselves up, you can put the umm . . . The umm . . . Precious bodily fluids, here in this ambassadorial bucket“.

The drone turns to the third drone and says " that bucket was heavy, it was like it was fighting me or something, must be the booze".

[Cool Egg Sandwich]

*Mr. Darke sauntered into 'The Strangers Bar' with an air of uncertainty. He drank, that we can be certain of, but he had never been to this particular establishment before, and being a bit anxious Mr. Darke tripped over some broken glass on his way through the doors. "Well hello everyone," Mickey remarked sheepishly, "I hope everyone is doing well on this glorious evening." Mr. Darke approached the bar, lit up one of his favorite "cigars," and ordered a whiskey on the rocks.*

[Mesogirian WA Mission]

OOC: Were you the puker or the pukee?

OOC: The pukee, but I had slightly better reflexes than poor Eduard.

Eduard looked at the man's curious fashion taste with a critical highbrow as he finished the man's sentence, ".. been puked on? Yes. Threating Rodriquez's sexual orientation or the integrity of her marriage? -hic- probably not."

Eduard nodded and removed his vomit-covered shirt, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a shower waiting for me."

"I, er, that's not quite what I meant. You see-" Battlesmere began, but cut off abruptly as Kelly made a sound of distress, and seemed to be on the brink of ruining another suit.

"Okay, come on, Kel, lets get you out of here." He stood the inebriated ambassador up, carefully, and slowly walked her toward the door.

"We'll get you straight back to your suite, you'll be just fine." Battlesmere glanced over his shoulder at Eduard. "Send the dry-cleaning bill to my office, we'll sort it out for you."

[Unibot II]

"I, er, that's not quite what I meant. You see-" Battlesmere began, but cut off abruptly as Kelly made a sound of distress, and seemed to be on the brink of ruining another suit.

"Okay, come on, Kel, lets get you out of here." He stood the inebriated ambassador up, carefully, and slowly walked her toward the door.

"We'll get you straight back to your suite, you'll be just fine." Battlesmere glanced over his shoulder at Eduard. "Send the dry-cleaning bill to my office, we'll sort it out for you."

Eduard hoped she ruined that man's suit, perhaps he'd be more inclined then to replace it with something less hideous -- the only shame is the color of her vomit would match the outfit, he figured. Eduard snorted at Battlesmere's suggestion, he figured he'd have the shirt dry-cleaned and bill his office, only to burn the shirt in a paper basket. People always seemed to have a hard time imagining Eduard as a multi-millionaire.

Eduard walked bare-chested towards the counter and grabbed his final glass of scotch and drambuie for the night, he nursed his scotch and held it to his head. Smelling Mr. Darke's cigar smoke, Eduard was prompted to light his own cigar, taking a couple drags of it as he walked out of the Pub for the night, only barely recognizing that he was walking into a raging snowstorm. His assistant ran after him helplessly with a coat for the bare-chested fool, but by the time he caught up, Eduard had evaporated to a new place in time.

[Unibot II]

OOC: Were you the puker or the pukee?

OOC: The pukee, but I had slightly better reflexes than poor Eduard.

OOC: Yeah, poor Eduard...

[Frenequesta]

Lionel Ersthauer was sitting alone at the bar as usual, tapping his fingers and nibbling at the peanuts on the side. Then he turned around to find Mr. Darke about two stools away from him. "Welcome to the Stranger's Bar, Mr. Darke, I don't believe I've seen you around here before."

[Cool Egg Sandwich]

"Aah, Mr. Ertshauer, I believe we met during the drafting of my proposal, 'Consumer Product Safety;' Fancy seeing you here."

*Mr. Darke turned toward the Ambassador, offering him one of his special 'cigars.' *

"Barkeep. Get my good friend here a Scotch.... make that double."

*Taking long drags of his medicinal smoking apparatus, and sloshing down glass after glass of whiskey, Mr. Darke eventually drifted off [as was customary] while humming the theme-music from 'Law and Order.'*

[Cool Egg Sandwich]

*The Ambassador woke with a start, not realizing he had only been asleep for a few seconds...*

"I'm quite sorry, my friend; it's been quite a week in the Assembly, what with having to spearhead the debates in favor of my proposal and all," said Mickey in a bit of a daze. "I suppose I'll have one last drink and call it a night..."

*Mr. Darke proceeded to order another whiskey, this time falling back asleep before he could even bring the glass to his lips...*

[Frenequesta]

"No, thanks, I don't smoke." He nibbled on his peanut again.

"I'm quite surprised at the amount of opposition at your proposal. It's plenty better than many out there, respectful of sovereignty and able to get something done too. I myself, when I ran for senator back in Frenequesta's old nation of Joplinia-Lambscott, I had to endure so much of the same 'you can't regulate us, you'll destroy our business' bull that I nearly thought my campaign was hopeless. Then when everyone started dying of benzene poisoning the votes piled..."

[Cool Egg Sandwich]

"Yes, well those sentiments would reflect my own feelings, Ambassador. While one may not realize by the content of my proposal, I am actually a proponent of national sovereignty, albeit limited."

*Regretfully, Mr. Darke took the 'cigar' back from the Frenequestran Ambassador, first making sure to confirm that the Ambassador knew it wasn't tobacco.*

"I can only hope that the vast array of insta-repeals we have been seeing lately within the World Assembly don't apply to my soon-to-be resolution. That would be most frightful. In any event, Ambassador, I must be going now; the Misses will be displeased with another late night."

*With that, Mr. Darke finished the last drops of his whiskey, and still puffing his 'cigar' leisurely, strolled out the doors of the 'Strangers Bar' while humming the theme-music from 'Law and Order.' *

[Jankenjin]

Nathan Detroit turns to his feathered acquaintance and says,

“well I guess that bet is a push . . “

The black-feathered roo-like creature nodded, and said, "Probably just as well. Tell you what--my partners and I are having Baghum Blues. Care to join us?" The creature extended a hand and added, "Name's Kaoriki Kazutoshiki, by the way. I'm our ambassador's oki--er, 'husband'."

[The Palentine]

Lord Julius and HIH Empress Jhessan entered the bar.
"I sang of our dissaproval of the resolution, Your Hotness. Then I decided to come down here for a martini. I was suprised to see you here."

"I was here for the destruction of the Space Station, and thought I'd socialize while here. Unfortunately Manuelo isn't around.", Jhessan replied.

"Well, your Hottness.I'm sure there are any number of strapping lads to help you out. Anyway find a table, and I'll get us some refreshments.", Julius said.

As the Empress found a seat, lord Julius walked up to the bar and gave Dicey an unwholesome leer before accosting the assistant bartenter Jimmy,
"Jimmy my boy! I need a dry martini and a wild turkey on the rocks."

A few minutes later the Palentine Prime Minister sat down next to the Empress. Jhessan gave the man a quizzical look before asking,
"You left the snakepit after casting the vote? But who have you got to fill in for the delegation until Sen. Sulla is back, my lord?"

"I figure Velma can do the job. She's got nasty right hook, and if a distraction is needed she can perform a tassle dance.", answered Julius.

[Ethel mermania]

Nathan Detroit turns to his feathered acquaintance and says,

“well I guess that bet is a push . . “

The black-feathered roo-like creature nodded, and said, "Probably just as well. Tell you what--my partners and I are having Baghum Blues. Care to join us?" The creature extended a hand and added, "Name's Kaoriki Kazutoshiki, by the way. I'm our ambassador's oki--er, 'husband'."

“Nathan Detroit at your service, Ethel mermanian ambassador in charge of ‘special interests’” says Nathan, extending his hand and offering a firm hand shake. “I will be happy to share a drink with you, Nathan turns and says to the other members of the delegation, "Help clean up that mess, that mop bucket sure does come in handy, glad it came into the place”.

Nathan turns back to the creature and says “So, Mr. Kaoriki, what brings a nice feathered roo like you, to a place like this?”

[Jankenjin]

“Nathan Detroit at your service, Ethel mermanian ambassador in charge of ‘special interests’” says Nathan, extending his hand and offering a firm hand shake. “I will be happy to share a drink with you, Nathan turns and says to the other members of the delegation, "Help clean up that mess, that mop bucket sure does come in handy, glad it came into the place”.

Nathan turns back to the creature and says “So, Mr. Kaoriki, what brings a nice feathered roo like you, to a place like this?”

"Just Kaoriki will be fine; our people find human honorifics a little awkward in translation," the creature replied, hop-stepping back towards its partner's table. As they approached, the black-feathered being gestured to the blond one and said, "Mepa, we have a guest. This is Nathan Detroit, the ambassador from that rather musical sounding delegation we spotted earlier, remember?"

The blond creature stood, and, brushing back the stiff-feathered frill on its head, said, "An honor. I'm Yasushipa Toruhayashipa, Ambassador Plenipotentiary of the Triune Republic of Jankenjin. I see you've already met my oki, er 'husband'." Gesturing to the large red-feathered creature occupying the other chair around the table, the creature added, "And this is Shigegu Nobunorigu, my megu, er, 'wife'."

The red creature nodded and said simply, "Pleased to meet you."

[Unibot II]

Eduard Heir walked into the pub and bought a rusty nail, causally conducting a sudoku from a folded Unibotian newspaper. He hummed to some imaginary Unibotian tune and fumbled away at the recreational puzzle.

[East Klent]

Stevens, with a crumpled suit an a disloged tie, trudged into the pub and planted himself on a bar stool, "I'll have the strongest thing you got." he gave his order with immense exhaustion in his voice.

As he waited for his drink, Stevens heard an annoying humming sound. He turned to look down the bar, and saw Mr. Heir was the source, writing away at his newspaper, "If only we could all have days like that." he moned, rolling his eyes, and turned back to find his order was waiting for him.

"Relief at last." Stevens sighed as he took his first taste, "Holy council," he coughed, "This stuff is strong."

[Aryas regime]

A young man wearing dark aviator glasses and a black suit walks in with 2 large armed men i sit down in the back and order german ale