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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jul 29, 2006 1:13:49 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Finally Home.] * Hands, looking even more disreputable than usual (quite a feat), enters the local purveyor of his favourite chemical and goes to the bar. It is almost certain that no one in there could possibly guess whence he has come. * A large whisky, please!
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jul 29, 2006 22:04:02 GMT
*Slevela is behind the bar. She winces a little at the sight, and smell, of this familiar customer; but other than that, she does not move.*
Slevela: You do have the means to pay for your refreshments, I take it, Sly?
*She makes sure to use the plural. Without money, Hands is one of their worst customers; but with money, he could be one of their best.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jul 30, 2006 0:01:51 GMT
Here you are.
* Hands produces one of the gold coins for which he sold Midnight's shoes some time ago. *
A gold one, that is, as you can see, miss. That should pay for the whisky, and a few more drinks besides. After the whisky, a pint of ale - not Old 'Eggaty's, though. Then a rum. Then, well, we'll see. And that's not even 'alf what this coin pays for, miss.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jul 31, 2006 13:24:34 GMT
*Slevela examines the coin. She's no expert - not on her salary - but it looks genuine, and suitably shiny. Owen will be glad that he relaxed his ban on members of the Opposition visiting the pub. Slevela prepares Hands' whisky, and sets it before him.*
Slevela: Real gold, eh? I thought fool's gold was more your sort. Got yourself a new boss?
*The piper plays 'Wooden Heart'.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jul 31, 2006 14:09:02 GMT
No, just a legiti- letig- lemiti- right and proper business deal.
* Consumes the whisky. *
Ale, please.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 1, 2006 13:57:06 GMT
*Slevela provides Hands with a mug of Grimdale Ale. As he quaffs, she scoffs.*
Slevela: 'Right and proper'? You must've had to go a long way to find anyone who'd want to do anything right and proper with you!
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Aug 1, 2006 15:44:19 GMT
Well, this is right and proper gold, so just keep the right and proper drinks coming.
* Hands quaffs the pint all at once. *
Next!
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 2, 2006 15:53:58 GMT
*Slevela gives Hands rum.*
Slevela: Just remember, it wasn't so long ago that your type would've been chucked out the Heifer on sight. So don't go making a drunken nuisance of yourself, or the only Lord of Fear you'll be worrying about will be the landlord.
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Aug 2, 2006 16:22:30 GMT
Now, that'sh not fair. I never caushed any trouble in all my life. Brandy, pleashe, a big one!
[Singing, (for want of a better word)] Ten dead goblinsh...
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 2, 2006 17:25:09 GMT
*A cup of brandy is slammed down on the bar in front of Hands. Owen Vartern the tavern owner glares at him.*
Owen: Mister Hands. We at the Crazed Heifer appreciate your generous if rather baffling spending power. But if your behaviour does not remain as golden as your coin, you may find its value falling quite steeply. And if one gross vagrant should accidentally fall, there'll be no Opposition sitting here at all.
*The piper plays 'Cracklin' Rosie'.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Aug 26, 2006 21:25:11 GMT
Nowthen, landlord, that'sh - hic! - that'sh not fair. Not fairatall. I'm payin' with good moneyneyney, and you can't shay fairer'n that. Now, a large gin, if you'd be sho kind!
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 27, 2006 16:20:55 GMT
*Owen glares at Hands, silently granting him a stay of execution for his ostensible politeness. He serves out the gin.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Aug 27, 2006 20:17:07 GMT
* The gin seems finally to overcome Hands. *
Four dead goblinsh, s-s-s-sittin' on a wall, Four dead gobl...
* He falls over. *
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 28, 2006 21:00:28 GMT
*Owen and Slevela await Hands' next move. Anything particularly discourteous, like sleeping on the floor or discharging vomit, could have serious consequences for the vagrant.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Aug 29, 2006 9:49:32 GMT
* A glance at Sly, however, suggests that his next move won't occur for some hours. *
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