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Post by marie on Jul 9, 2006 12:57:00 GMT -5
(lol)
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jul 23, 2006 0:28:08 GMT -5
Vincent came out of the back to see the oldest man he'd ever seen in his life, rapping his cane against the bar. "Can I help you?" he said politely.
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Post by Evil McGee on Jul 23, 2006 0:32:53 GMT -5
"I told ya already! whadda Deefef? I said I need a shot of Gin, One cube of ice, and an Olive! and make sure the glass is clean! This ain't some damned goody goody pub but i expect a clean glass!" Evil rambled, all but jumping on to the high bar stool. "Ya know barkeep, When i was a lad i would of never of let myself become the great blob you are, I took enjoiment in running down victims!" he said proudly jutting his nearly toothless jaw into the air.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jul 23, 2006 0:40:56 GMT -5
Vincent cringed, he hated his disguise. "Fine, I'll get your drink," he said, ignoring the comment about his appearance. He walked over and poured the gin into a shot glass, then poured the contents of the shot glass into a larger glass, added the ice cube and the olive. He shook his head and handed the drink to the decrepit old man.
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Post by Evil McGee on Jul 23, 2006 0:54:54 GMT -5
"What was that you did there?! you switched my drink! I'm not drinking that! Pour my drink where I can see it you lump! IS that glass there even clean?! I ain't full of vital youth, you can kill me with that!" Evil griped and grabbed his cane mid staff and poked at the offending drink. "I ain't full of the vigor like you are!" he added nastily.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jul 23, 2006 0:59:13 GMT -5
Vincent frowned. "I just used the shot glass to measure out the gin and poured it into a larger glass. Or would you rather i try to squeeze an ice cube and an olive into a shot glass with the gin?"
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Post by Evil McGee on Jul 23, 2006 1:05:23 GMT -5
"I told ya you boob, Pour it where i can sees it! Can't ya tell when a shot's a shot? Haven't learned a thing have ya?" he said grinning showing Vincent his set of few and yellow teeth.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jul 23, 2006 1:08:12 GMT -5
Vincent scowled at the old man. He really hated bartending. "Fine," he bit out. He snatched the glass away and grabbed another, then poured a small amount of gin in a glass. He added the ice cube, then the olive and handed him the glass.
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