THE HORSE AND THE TROMBONE
On 82nd Street in the middle of New Lancaster, there is a Traditional English Pub called the Horse and the Trombone. Feel free to come and talk about anything while adding to Gonzov Inc.'s Profits over a cold beer.
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On 82nd Street in the middle of New Lancaster, there is a Traditional English Pub called the Horse and the Trombone. Feel free to come and talk about anything while adding to Gonzov Inc.'s Profits over a cold beer.
John Black walks into the bar, looking around the new establishment.
"Carling, huh? Never heard of it," he says in his deep voice, taking a seat, "I'll try one. And a shot of Jack Daniels."
"Carling, huh? Never heard of it," he says in his deep voice, taking a seat, "I'll try one. And a shot of Jack Daniels."
Josephus walks in, a few paces behind him stands his now-customary bodyguard. Josephus sits at the far end of the bar
Not a bad place this. Hey barkeep, do you have Stella Artois? A pint please. what's that? Icecream? No, I'll pass on that, thanks.
Hey barkeep...tell me. This Mr. Gonzov who owns this place. He also owns two sports teams, correct? He's quite the capitalist. And yet...and yet...he calls himself a socialist?
Josephus
Not a bad place this. Hey barkeep, do you have Stella Artois? A pint please. what's that? Icecream? No, I'll pass on that, thanks.
Hey barkeep...tell me. This Mr. Gonzov who owns this place. He also owns two sports teams, correct? He's quite the capitalist. And yet...and yet...he calls himself a socialist?
Josephus
Marine enters the pub.
"One beer, and PLEASE none of that american water with sticker "beer" on it.
Thanks.
One vodka too."
He looks at Josephus
"Haha don't worry, I promise, today no fight."
"One beer, and PLEASE none of that american water with sticker "beer" on it.
Thanks.
One vodka too."
He looks at Josephus
"Haha don't worry, I promise, today no fight."
Markus Wämö walks into the bar and have a look around.
"A martini and a coke, please." He said. He payed, recieved his drink and went over to some friends of his who educated themselves with him.
"A martini and a coke, please." He said. He payed, recieved his drink and went over to some friends of his who educated themselves with him.
John Mcintosh walks into the bar.
He says to the barkeeper:"Give me a double whisky.Straight away,lassy.If you dont worry you'll get fighting with me ! I'll be trouble" !
Then he sits at the bar looking at the other two ,saying:"What you looking at you sun of a gun" !!!
He says to the barkeeper:"Give me a double whisky.Straight away,lassy.If you dont worry you'll get fighting with me ! I'll be trouble" !
Then he sits at the bar looking at the other two ,saying:"What you looking at you sun of a gun" !!!
Wilhelm VI said:
You sir, people around...
Just stuff people usually look at.
Barkeep? Could you please show this drunken gentleman way out of here?
*Bob mumbles something about confused socialist as he enters*
"Barkeep, i'll have a root beer please."
*He pays the barkeep and proceeds to walk to a secluded table, where he sits and produces a couple old Soviet propaganda posters and a notepad, and begins to furiously write*
"Barkeep, i'll have a root beer please."
*He pays the barkeep and proceeds to walk to a secluded table, where he sits and produces a couple old Soviet propaganda posters and a notepad, and begins to furiously write*
John Mcintosh walks to Bob.
"He you there,lass.I see your Socialist too ? Wanna be the leader of the Irish Eutopian Socialist Party ? It'll be a great chance to prove yourself,mate.Your Irish?"
"He you there,lass.I see your Socialist too ? Wanna be the leader of the Irish Eutopian Socialist Party ? It'll be a great chance to prove yourself,mate.Your Irish?"
Markus happens to see Bobs propaganda posters, and walks over to his table.
"May I sit down?" He asks.
"May I sit down?" He asks.
Environmentalist and business tycoon Amric Al'Aeshir walks into the place and looks around. His eyes light up when he spots John Black sipping his Jack Daniels.
Bartender, I'd like some Bacardi 151, if you would be so kind.
Walks over to John Black.
Mind if I sit down with you? I believe we are neighbors in St. Brendanstown. My name is Amric Al'Aeshir, and I've been a big fan of yours ever since I can remember.
Bartender, I'd like some Bacardi 151, if you would be so kind.
Walks over to John Black.
Mind if I sit down with you? I believe we are neighbors in St. Brendanstown. My name is Amric Al'Aeshir, and I've been a big fan of yours ever since I can remember.
Josephus keeps an eye on the three people gathered together at the table talking about "socialism." He's happy, for now, that they're too new to the Eutopian scene to know who he is. He turns to Marine beside him.
Heh. If you're looking to pick a fight with socialists, there's a new group of people over there. Wonder if I should introduce myself to them or not?
Josephus
Heh. If you're looking to pick a fight with socialists, there's a new group of people over there. Wonder if I should introduce myself to them or not?
Josephus
Of course I do not seek fight, and if I remember correctly we were outnumbered and it was you who have started that fight.
Anyway I must say socialism was never my cup of tea.
Anyway I must say socialism was never my cup of tea.
Thanks, friend, but no thanks. I'm still trying to get my bearings around here as it is...
Sure, take a seat. *Bob smiles*
I was only joking, Mr. Marine. Calm down. Here, I'll buy you a drink. Barkeep another round for the good fellow beside me.
--Josephus
--Josephus
John Mcintosh hears the little conversation between the marine and that other guy next tom him.
He walks over to them.
"Whats your problem lass ? Are you afraid be beating by me and my socialist friends over there,mate !!! You Marines are all the same:Think you are a whole lot while you guys are bunch of cowardly assholes.Ill teach you Irish way of fighting,mate "!!!
He walks over to them.
"Whats your problem lass ? Are you afraid be beating by me and my socialist friends over there,mate !!! You Marines are all the same:Think you are a whole lot while you guys are bunch of cowardly assholes.Ill teach you Irish way of fighting,mate "!!!
Ah thank you mr. Josephus.
So what do you plan to do in Eutopia, revive ESRP?
By the way, I plan to find out who did these icecream bombings, and who was behind them.
Say could I rely on your help in this matter?
So what do you plan to do in Eutopia, revive ESRP?
By the way, I plan to find out who did these icecream bombings, and who was behind them.
Say could I rely on your help in this matter?
Wilhelm VI said:
No I am not afraid, I just think the fight would be unfair toward you.
Who said I am marine? I am Marine only by my name.
A latin man ducks into the pub with a stack of flyers under one arm and a very slim newspaper under the other, a copy of the Latin Weekly. He has a dark complexion, dark eyes, and a crop of unruly brown hair, and wears a turtleneck and jeans, with a leather jacket. He pauses a moment at the community bulletin board and sticks up a flyer.
His task completed, the man steps up to the bar, puts his flyers down and his newspaper next to them.
"Dos Equis, please, senor." he says simply, then lets out a quick breath and runs his hands through his hair. Its been a damn busy day.
- PJ Vasquez
His task completed, the man steps up to the bar, puts his flyers down and his newspaper next to them.
"Dos Equis, please, senor." he says simply, then lets out a quick breath and runs his hands through his hair. Its been a damn busy day.
- PJ Vasquez