It had been a few hours since the beloved field leader of The Mongooses had been to Trickster's Speakeasy and despite it only being 7 am he decided it'd be long over do since he had a good hard drink. Most of the regular speakeasy regulars were already asleep. They're basically vampires. They come out when the prostitutes are in and the hobos are out. And speaking of hobos the regular flow of 'em were there this morning. The most famous hobos round these parts are, but of course Symmetric Chaos, Inamilist, and Spunky Smurf. I noticed Hercules was nicely fast asleep on the pool table. He's mean to wake up unless your Marea or even Kayakat. The accordion was playing nice and loud. It had been well known that Trickster didn't let Superguy sleep. Trickster, god bless 'im, slept whenever the hell he wanted. And in this case he was asleep. I worked my way around the hobos, in which Sym had already been poking them at Hercules disapproval. I made my way to the bar and good god. Badabing was sitting on the same blasted stool as ast time I'd been here. to my surprise his expression had not changed since he wailed on me and gave me a minor concussion. I sat 3 stools away from him, hollering for Trickster to give me a bloody drink. I grew a tad uneasy when Badabing wouldn't stop staring at me, drooling. It's like he was an animal, once he got the taste of blood and wanted more. I quickly took Badabing threw him in the accordion guy and god knows that woke Trickster up. Don't hit the bloody accordion guy is his number one rule. Badabing didn't hesitate to beat the pup out of Superguy and Trickster quickly got up and back handed badabing. Interesting spectacle indeed. Noticing Trickster, Sym wasted no time in attacking trickster for what he did the previous night. This caused an uproar among the hobos and woke Hercules up. As soon as I saw Hercules stumble up, I realized I had to get the fu*k outta there. He took SMurf and Inamilist and knocked em out faster than the fumes from Oprah's panties. I left immediately getting out as fast as I could. When I did indeed make it out. I saw Trickster's head through the window. I took my leave expecting Hercules to burn down the speakeasy. I looked at my watch. It had only been 7:06. And a bar room blitz had already occurred. I took my chances and headed down to The Illuminati for that drink I wanted.
FIN?
Originally posted by Redatom65
It had been a few hours since the beloved field leader of The Mongooses had been to Trickster's Speakeasy and despite it only being 7 am he decided it'd be long over do since he had a good hard drink. Most of the regular speakeasy regulars were already asleep. They're basically vampires. They come out when the prostitutes are in and the hobos are out. And speaking of hobos the regular flow of 'em were there this morning. The most famous hobos round these parts are, but of course Symmetric Chaos, Inamilist, and Spunky Smurf. I noticed Hercules was nicely fast asleep on the pool table. He's mean to wake up unless your Marea or even Kayakat. The accordion was playing nice and loud. It had been well known that Trickster didn't let Superguy sleep. Trickster, god bless 'im, slept whenever the hell he wanted. And in this case he was asleep. I worked my way around the hobos, in which Sym had already been poking them at Hercules disapproval. I made my way to the bar and good god. Badabing was sitting on the same blasted stool as ast time I'd been here. to my surprise his expression had not changed since he wailed on me and gave me a minor concussion. I sat 3 stools away from him, hollering for Trickster to give me a bloody drink. I grew a tad uneasy when Badabing wouldn't stop staring at me, drooling. It's like he was an animal, once he got the taste of blood and wanted more. I quickly took Badabing threw him in the accordion guy and god knows that woke Trickster up. Don't hit the bloody accordion guy is his number one rule. Badabing didn't hesitate to beat the pup out of Superguy and Trickster quickly got up and back handed badabing. Interesting spectacle indeed. Noticing Trickster, Sym wasted no time in attacking trickster for what he did the previous night. This caused an uproar among the hobos and woke Hercules up. As soon as I saw Hercules stumble up, I realized I had to get the fu*k outta there. He took SMurf and Inamilist and knocked em out faster than the fumes from Oprah's panties. I left immediately getting out as fast as I could. When I did indeed make it out. I saw Trickster's head through the window. I took my leave expecting Hercules to burn down the speakeasy. I looked at my watch. It had only been 7:06. And a bar room blitz had already occurred. I took my chances and headed down to The Illuminati for that drink I wanted.FIN?
I pwn! 😄