Post by Xyla on Feb 17, 2008 23:40:19 GMT -5
"A mug of root beer, please," Xyla said casually, in the confident manner of a "regular". "Foaming and filled to the brim, please. No cutting me short like last time!"
"On the house, then," Sora said. "It's not my house this time."
"Say, wasn't there a toothless old bartender around here somewhere?" Xyla asked, surveying the dingy bar. "What happened to the old chap?"
"Oh, I kicked him out. I mean, it's practically illegal to be a bartender inside a bar when I'm around. He's probably hanging out with the others outside," Sora said as she reached for an empty bottle.
"Speaking of the others, why are we inside, again? How come we're allowed to come inside the Biers, when the others aren't? The Biers is rather... selective."
"It probably has something to do with the LLL incident," Sora said distractedly. "There's no more root beer. There must be more around here, somewhere..." That being said, she came out from behind the counter to scan the whole of the Biers.
The infamous Biers. A bar everyone dreams of being able to enter one day, if only to prove their unique individuality. Highly selective, only a rare few of the population are authorized to come in. While this allowed the bar to be small and manageable, it also meant that its common customers were of the kind you'd never wish to meet alone in a secluded one-ended alley at 1 a.m. in the morning.
It was at this moment that a blonde young man decided to walk up to the duo.
"May all who gloat over my distress be put to shame and confusion; may all who exalt themselves over me be clothed with shame and disgrace. May those who delight in my vindication shout for joy and gladness; may they always say, 'The Lord be exalted, who delights in the well-being of his servant.'" ...he said.
"......"
"......"
"Was that a pick-up line?" Xyla asked warily. "If so, that really isn't cheesy enough. If you'd like, I can teach you a line or two I learned from the hit drama, The Drama of Ara's Life."
"Thanks, but no thanks," the man sighed. "If you did, I wouldn't know what to do with them. You see, lately I've been going through a very confusing stage of my life..."
"Midlife crisis," Sopra nodded knowingly.
"Lately, I've been wondering whether or not I am truly a man," he said sorrowfully. "I've felt like I were a woman for a few weeks now. In fact, I am completely womanly when I let my hair down...."
Sopra and Xyla suddenly decided that they should be busy looking for some root beer. Preferably a few miles away from the transexual.
Through mere dumb luck, the first door they tried was one leading into a room full of barrels and crates.
"Oh, this has got to be it!" Xyla exclaimed. "Root beer, root beer, rooooooot beeeeeer~~"
Sora walked over to the nearest barrel and opened it. And screamed.
There was a woman inside.
Along with.. a flying squirrel?
..............
"All right, then, yo, Foo, was it?" Sora said wearily. "Off you go, and good luck with finding that sunflower-smelling ninja of yours."
"I'm so thirsty, I'm going to have a sore throat," Xyla whined.
That was when a VERY SCARY MAN jumped down from where he's been hiding discreetly in the ceiling rafters and started to strangle Xyla's very sore throat.
Sora looked at the scene, and... laughed.
"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-"
"GAGGHEEGHA," went Xyla.
"-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"?!?@?%#^?%&*#%#?!@#$" went the scary man.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" the scary man screamed as he jumped out the window, where he was promptly hit by a truck.
"......well, I didn't see that coming," Sora remarked as she looked out the window. "Hmmm, since when did it start to rain? Hey, Xyla, look, there's a conspicuous black book on a suspiciously dry patch of ground out there. I want one."
Xyla gagged on the ground and passed out, apparently from lack of H¡èO.
"On the house, then," Sora said. "It's not my house this time."
"Say, wasn't there a toothless old bartender around here somewhere?" Xyla asked, surveying the dingy bar. "What happened to the old chap?"
"Oh, I kicked him out. I mean, it's practically illegal to be a bartender inside a bar when I'm around. He's probably hanging out with the others outside," Sora said as she reached for an empty bottle.
"Speaking of the others, why are we inside, again? How come we're allowed to come inside the Biers, when the others aren't? The Biers is rather... selective."
"It probably has something to do with the LLL incident," Sora said distractedly. "There's no more root beer. There must be more around here, somewhere..." That being said, she came out from behind the counter to scan the whole of the Biers.
The infamous Biers. A bar everyone dreams of being able to enter one day, if only to prove their unique individuality. Highly selective, only a rare few of the population are authorized to come in. While this allowed the bar to be small and manageable, it also meant that its common customers were of the kind you'd never wish to meet alone in a secluded one-ended alley at 1 a.m. in the morning.
It was at this moment that a blonde young man decided to walk up to the duo.
"May all who gloat over my distress be put to shame and confusion; may all who exalt themselves over me be clothed with shame and disgrace. May those who delight in my vindication shout for joy and gladness; may they always say, 'The Lord be exalted, who delights in the well-being of his servant.'" ...he said.
"......"
"......"
"Was that a pick-up line?" Xyla asked warily. "If so, that really isn't cheesy enough. If you'd like, I can teach you a line or two I learned from the hit drama, The Drama of Ara's Life."
"Thanks, but no thanks," the man sighed. "If you did, I wouldn't know what to do with them. You see, lately I've been going through a very confusing stage of my life..."
"Midlife crisis," Sopra nodded knowingly.
"Lately, I've been wondering whether or not I am truly a man," he said sorrowfully. "I've felt like I were a woman for a few weeks now. In fact, I am completely womanly when I let my hair down...."
Sopra and Xyla suddenly decided that they should be busy looking for some root beer. Preferably a few miles away from the transexual.
Through mere dumb luck, the first door they tried was one leading into a room full of barrels and crates.
"Oh, this has got to be it!" Xyla exclaimed. "Root beer, root beer, rooooooot beeeeeer~~"
Sora walked over to the nearest barrel and opened it. And screamed.
There was a woman inside.
Along with.. a flying squirrel?
..............
"All right, then, yo, Foo, was it?" Sora said wearily. "Off you go, and good luck with finding that sunflower-smelling ninja of yours."
"I'm so thirsty, I'm going to have a sore throat," Xyla whined.
That was when a VERY SCARY MAN jumped down from where he's been hiding discreetly in the ceiling rafters and started to strangle Xyla's very sore throat.
Sora looked at the scene, and... laughed.
"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-"
"GAGGHEEGHA," went Xyla.
"-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"?!?@?%#^?%&*#%#?!@#$" went the scary man.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" the scary man screamed as he jumped out the window, where he was promptly hit by a truck.
"......well, I didn't see that coming," Sora remarked as she looked out the window. "Hmmm, since when did it start to rain? Hey, Xyla, look, there's a conspicuous black book on a suspiciously dry patch of ground out there. I want one."
Xyla gagged on the ground and passed out, apparently from lack of H¡èO.