Alright, this here's the first attempt of what I hope to be many. No one, and I mean, NO ONE may post other than the two listed in the title. You may, however, view this at your convienence and pleasure. And remember, this IS an official RP for an official date, so don't leave posts like "hey, what's up?". Make it full-fledged, and have fun!
Simon, we await your presence..
______________________________________
Dromar Darkwind|Der Führer von FFR|Super Elite Member
Prince of Final Fantasy Republic
Banner Brought to You By blackmage
I ask the bartender for another martini, shaken not stirred, the diamonds set in my cartier watch glitter and twinkle in the cool blue light of the trendy yuppie bar in which, hopefully, I'll soon be meeting Aisling.
Oh for ages I'd watched her from afar in the dating thread, hoping to catch her eye, that I'd be the one to take sweet, innocent Aisling and make a woman of her. And finally, by some miracle, we'd been set up on a date.
"A match made in heaven?"
I think to myself nervously as I down a pint of Kronenbourg and sip at my martini. The martini's to make a good impression, the several pints of Kronenbourg just enough to loosen me up and make me sociable.
I begin to floss, anticipating dear sweet Aisling's arrival.
The barman and I chuckle as I tell him my plans for the night.
"You a real ladykiller, man!"
He says to me, half laughing, in a jovial jamaican accent.
As the taxi drops me of at the bar, I get out and pay the driver. Glancing around for my date for the evening. 'Must already be inside,' I think to myself, seeing as I'm a tiny bit late already and unable to spot him in the somewhat crowded street. Glancing at my watch again nervously, I walk quickly inside.
The air changes from cool to a little stuffy as I enter, but I try not to take much notice. Spotting Simon at the bar, I calmly walk over and tap him on the shoulder.
I grin, wink at my jamaican friend and give Aisling a quick peck on the cheek and give her firm backside a cheeky little squeeze.
"Awright love?!" I slur, drunkenly,
"gerry'self a drink luv, need a slash!"
I rifle through the pockets of my armani suit and find my sweaty wads of RP, I take two hundred and slip it down her dress between her tits and stumble off to the toilet.
As he stumbles drunkenly off to the toilet, I look to the barman. "how much did he drink exactly?"
He laughed slightly. "I stopped counting after the tenth."
Now I had a challenge... I could easily kick the **** out of him to sober him up, but where was the fun in that? No, I must find a way that emplys tact and some such thing...
Sensing he just went to take a piss, I glanced around the bar, looking for a prime candidate to assist me in my plans. I spotted him, a mexican. Smoothely, I walked over, and struck up a conversation that would eventually lead me to get what I wanted...
What the ****? I come out of the bog, only been gone a few seconds and what do I see? my woman all over some spic ****!
"Oi! Gringo! Sling yer ****inhook mate, i'll ****ing 'ave you, take you to the ****ing cleaners you sweaty arab, and you, YOU! You're a ****ing slag Aisling, here with me one minute, throwing yourself at this camelshagger the next"
I jumped out of the way as the two men leapt on each other, fists flying everywhere... Glancing quickly around I spotted more targets and made swift work of each... By the time I had circled the bar, fist fights were breaking out left right and center. There was also a large circle of people gathered 'round Simon and the mexican, cheering them on.
"What the ****?" I said to myself, as a bunch more drunk men came in the door to join in...
The bartender threw a disgusted look at the outbreak of fights, but in his attempt to settle the men, got his arse kicked three ways from sunday...poor thing.
Down the back, behind a forest of unturned tables, I saw them. The women. The were cowering in fright, sipping at their diluted drinks timidly while the men teared the **** out of each other. I rolled up my sleeves and approached them, dodging a flying mexican on the way.
"Are you just going to sit here and take this?" I yelled at the nearest one. "Get out there and control your men, you retards." After a bit more loving persuasion, the ladies went forth into battle, and I was left wondering what the point of all this was...
"What WAS the point of this..." I wondered to myself...
Linear Mode
