005: Little toooown, it's a quiet village....

[uberboned]

[Transmission clicks on mid-rant,  because he meant to turn the damn thing on, but got distracted by a wayward Cupid. Those little things are pesky. :|]

-little sparkly freak. Annnd the light's blinking. For those of you watching at home, I didn't dropkick Cupid, but I'm about ten seconds from it. You think that would offend the locals? ....I wonder what they do to criminals in this town. I'm not really seeing this as being the hang 'em high kinda place. Unless the nooses are made of licorace or something. Geez. It's like the Valentine's section at a department store exploded. Or we docked in a Disney movie and, by the way? If anyone breaks into song, I'm... No, I'm actually probably gonna laugh and consider the Admiral worthy of my undying respect. 

Also, I'm offended at this place's complete disregard for anything other than traditional couples. If this is the love port, you'd think there'd be a lot more orgies. Woodstock was better at free love than this joint and a heckuva lot less cheesy. C'mon.

Anyway. Maxxie, Rubes, Deano, JD, John-Boy, Ringo... Whoever else is out there bored out of their skulls and wandering listlessly around this joint with nothing to do... As soon as I take care of some business in the casino, I'm parking it at the bar and am not moving an inch until we leave. Wild horses covered in pink flowers will not drag me from that place, but hot local girls might. 

[OOC: And by "take care of something in the casino," he means "harrass the patrons." A LOT OF GAMBLERS ARE DICKS, OKAY? Feel free to spam, comment, do whatever you want. He has a date with Max and Ruby (not simultaneously), at some point, and a make-out session with Irene, but I'm still all open for plotting if anyone wants it. I am flexible like that.]

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GET ON MY HORSE, WOMAN. Also, very tired, silly tags ahoy.

[beam-me.livejournal.com]

Scotty busted on the scene just as Irene was about to go from a drunken handsy to Oh-God-You'll-Regret-This-In-The-Morning. He waltzed over to the bar with purpose in his stride, directly toward Irene. Scotty didn't know the bloke she was with, and he wondered if she did, either. After his completely traumatizing escapade with one of the poisoned martinis, he sought to protect Irene with every ounce of time he had available.

He put a hand on Irene's shoulder. A steady, firm hand, and began to push her a bit to see if she'd let up off of the other man at the bar. As he did this, he tried to insert himself between them, back to Gabriel.

"Oi, lass, what's say we get you out of this dive, eh?"

Distracted tag is distracted!

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

"Scotty, I don't require rescuing," Irene said, glowering at the man. Who was he to come in here and ruin her fun? He, who had so cruelly rebuffed her. He was a cad, really, and Irene told him so.

She struggled a bit, trying to evade him, but his herding was successful. Irene pouted. At that moment, the bartender placed a huge, steaming plate of butter-laden pancakes on the bar with a flourish. "B-but my pancakes!"

SCOTTY, YOU ARE GABE'S LITTLE SCOTTISH SAVIOR.

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SAVED BY WAYWARD SCOTS. Gabriel flopped against the bar and cleared his throat, trying to make himself look a little less like someone who was totally asking for Irene to come onto him.

"You should get a leash for that one," he said, coughing slightly. "I mean, really."

HE WAS TOTALLY INNOCENT IN THIS SITUATION- A VICTIM OF HIS LIBIDO AND IRENE'S... SEDUCTIVENESS. SO YEAH.