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Heck, did *I* pick a bad time to walk in?

Not at all Danny, you have the best timing in the world! Would you be so kind as to keep an eye on things here for a little bit? I was just about to invite Semi to join me in my room for a little while for some "private discussions"

<glances at Semi questioningly>

Wow, you combined french and spanish in the first phrase there. I'm off to dinner in a bit with one of my best friends tonight. he's latino. I think tomorrow, I'll have a few expressions for you, mi esperanza.

Boy, looks like I'm the one with bad timing!

Have fun tonight Semi (but not TOO much)

Just friends, you monkey. Mi corazon belongs to Vee.

<Sniffs jealously>

Good!

BTW, Lasher has now gotten himself turned back into a male...unfortunately the quasidoctor that performed this miracle seems to have turned him into a 70 year old Col Sanders!

((((((((Danny)))))))

<HUGZ>

Right, looks like I'll be pouring my own again.

(Vaults over bar, grabs chilled glass from fridge, pours beer, leaves credits on bar.)

Sorry Miner, Semi & I were a little ...ahem, distracted. Glad you helped yourself. You should always feel at home here at SHAKES.

<puts credit in holo vid machine>

<chooses song>

<puts credit in holo vid machine>

<chooses song>

Didn't it work the first time? Kick it when it does that!

<dances>

Hey everyone! It's party time! Drinks are on me!

Vee

The band will start up in a moment

<drinks a Kahlua and Creme>

There are no four finer words in the English language.

(Pours another beer)

<Prepares to lick drink off of Varalent's body.>

Oh, wait, that's not what you meant. My bad.

Miner, Semi was right, you do have an amazing capacity for beer! Where do you put it all?

If that's how you like it KP, we aim to please at SHAKES, you know!

Down my throat. Like so.

(Gulps beer)

<shakes head>

I had to ask, didn't I? :rolleyes:

Been an active day. I've recently returned from the planet Baltimore, where I saved George Perez from Carpal Tunnel Syndrome by pimp-slapping anyone who brought him more than three comics to sign. (Nice guy, that George.)

Later, I blended in with the natives during information-exchanges known as "panels" and observed their marketplace rituals in the so-called Dealers' Room. (Not *those* kind of dealers, Space Ranger.) One of their leaders, a shaman named MarkWaid, awarded me a talisman (that is to say, a Silver Age Superman comic) for stumping him in a ritualistic trivia challenge.

I think I've earned a couple brewskis.

Wow! Sounds like fun. Want another beer?