Post by iscariot on Dec 12, 2007 23:05:52 GMT -5
Busty Pirate ahoy!! Iscariot in the plump'd flesh herself is just hittin' Chi-Town as we speak. Long tirin' trip from Detroit that's for sure. She ain't had a drink the whole fuckin' way, how messed up is that?! Ain't no way Iscariot can function properly if she's sober, it just ain't happenin'. Black jeans, boots and a midriff shirt. Real simple. Iscariot don't really care much for tryin' to show off, it seems her uh.... figures do that well enough. Her back has been crampin' up again, fuckin' annoying. She looks around while on the street and sighs while shaking her head.
"See... least in Detroit, I had my own fuckin' bar. I didn't have to go round lookin' to get wasted. I could just head downstairs and do a pretty good job. Son of a bitch...
Maybe I should talk to Mandy bout that once I find her..."
It was worth a shot, least that's how Iscariot looked at it. Right now though? She needed to get some beer into her, it just felt wrong to see the world through sober like goggles ya know?
"Sober bastards..."
Iscariot mumbles to herself as she crosses the street a couple times down a city block or so. She had no idea where the hell she was. She figured, someplace in downtown Chicago, but that was a wild guess at best. No map, no prior stay in the city, nothing. Lover girl wasn't around to guide her to another hole in the ground bar this time, ahhh.... the good times. Iscariot stops in the middle of the sidewalk as someone passes by and stares at her for a second.
"Ya know bub... if you gon'na stare, a picture would be a longer investment eh?"
"Ah... no, I just thought you um..."
"Just thought I um what eh bub? Do I remind you of your sister in law? Or is it just you ain't been gettin' them rocks off lately eh?"
"You're quite a rude person you know that?"
"No no, I ain't rude. I'm honest. See, you can always trust someone who's dishonest, to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you can't trust."
"... Are you saying people can't trust you?"
"Well, no.... wait.. how does that shit go......"
"... I'm leaving now."
Iscariot is left thinking her amazingly confusing and distorted paradox as the man continues on and leaves her behind. She had no idea where she was going with that really. After a couple more city blocks, in random directions. Iscariot's nose starts twitchin', along with her right eye.
"Hellllllllllllllllllllo...."
She spins around and grins all acme style
. BAR 'N GRILL!!! Iscariot almost glues herself to the outside window, pantin' like a dog starin' in a meat shop. Booze, beef and brutally disgusting decor. The beauty of it all! She rushes inside and takes a nice, nice long deep whiff of the meat and drinks inside. Almost getting on a type of high from it.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yeeeeeeeah......"
"Hello this afternoon miss. We've just opened up for today but I'd be happy to help you find a.... miss? Miss?"
Iscariot? Already took a seat at a table and was halfway through skimmin' down the booze lists of wines. Wines? The hell? That's not a drink. Wine is like what booze drinks to become booze, it's a booster shot. She drops the menu and hits the main courses, ah HA! BEER!
"Ah, miss. What would you like to or-"
"I'll have me a nice big BIG rack of baby back ribs, long with a medium rare rib eye and oh OH! A medium size side of 'tatoes swimmin' in gravy 'n butter. Oh! not to mention a big ass pitcher of beer. Don't matter what kind, just make it beer. No wine, beer."
"... -der. I see... right away."
Iscariot hands the waiter the menu as she leans back in her chair, tilting it a bit while lettin' out a belch. Bar 'N Grills, are the best invention on the face of the planet. Except for when Iscariot gets back cramps cause of her top heavy chest, then the best invention of all time is A5-35. She watches some other people wade by and shakes her head a bit. This still wasn't truly a Bar and Grill, it was to much like a restaurant, but... it'd do for now.
"I seriously need to get a meetin' with Mandy and talk bidness."
"See... least in Detroit, I had my own fuckin' bar. I didn't have to go round lookin' to get wasted. I could just head downstairs and do a pretty good job. Son of a bitch...
Maybe I should talk to Mandy bout that once I find her..."
It was worth a shot, least that's how Iscariot looked at it. Right now though? She needed to get some beer into her, it just felt wrong to see the world through sober like goggles ya know?
"Sober bastards..."
Iscariot mumbles to herself as she crosses the street a couple times down a city block or so. She had no idea where the hell she was. She figured, someplace in downtown Chicago, but that was a wild guess at best. No map, no prior stay in the city, nothing. Lover girl wasn't around to guide her to another hole in the ground bar this time, ahhh.... the good times. Iscariot stops in the middle of the sidewalk as someone passes by and stares at her for a second.
"Ya know bub... if you gon'na stare, a picture would be a longer investment eh?"
"Ah... no, I just thought you um..."
"Just thought I um what eh bub? Do I remind you of your sister in law? Or is it just you ain't been gettin' them rocks off lately eh?"
"You're quite a rude person you know that?"
"No no, I ain't rude. I'm honest. See, you can always trust someone who's dishonest, to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you can't trust."
"... Are you saying people can't trust you?"
"Well, no.... wait.. how does that shit go......"
"... I'm leaving now."
Iscariot is left thinking her amazingly confusing and distorted paradox as the man continues on and leaves her behind. She had no idea where she was going with that really. After a couple more city blocks, in random directions. Iscariot's nose starts twitchin', along with her right eye.
"Hellllllllllllllllllllo...."
She spins around and grins all acme style
. BAR 'N GRILL!!! Iscariot almost glues herself to the outside window, pantin' like a dog starin' in a meat shop. Booze, beef and brutally disgusting decor. The beauty of it all! She rushes inside and takes a nice, nice long deep whiff of the meat and drinks inside. Almost getting on a type of high from it."Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yeeeeeeeah......"
"Hello this afternoon miss. We've just opened up for today but I'd be happy to help you find a.... miss? Miss?"
Iscariot? Already took a seat at a table and was halfway through skimmin' down the booze lists of wines. Wines? The hell? That's not a drink. Wine is like what booze drinks to become booze, it's a booster shot. She drops the menu and hits the main courses, ah HA! BEER!
"Ah, miss. What would you like to or-"
"I'll have me a nice big BIG rack of baby back ribs, long with a medium rare rib eye and oh OH! A medium size side of 'tatoes swimmin' in gravy 'n butter. Oh! not to mention a big ass pitcher of beer. Don't matter what kind, just make it beer. No wine, beer."
"... -der. I see... right away."
Iscariot hands the waiter the menu as she leans back in her chair, tilting it a bit while lettin' out a belch. Bar 'N Grills, are the best invention on the face of the planet. Except for when Iscariot gets back cramps cause of her top heavy chest, then the best invention of all time is A5-35. She watches some other people wade by and shakes her head a bit. This still wasn't truly a Bar and Grill, it was to much like a restaurant, but... it'd do for now.
"I seriously need to get a meetin' with Mandy and talk bidness."
) crudely order up a large meal and a lot of alcohol from the looks of it. The mannerisms, the hunching over the table, the attire she's chosen... you don't see that where he's from. And it was interesting to him. Something he could get used to... much more relaxed, and he wouldn't stick out like such a sore thumb with the way that he looks when he went to intermingle with his peers...