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Post by tylersheadonnelly on Mar 11, 2007 5:45:09 GMT -5
Tyler Shea Donnelly walks into a local bar, not the usual pubs from back home in New York that he's used to. It's well lit, full of people drinkin' out of martini glasses and rap music blaring, it's AWFUL!, but it's the only place that's close to where Donnelly is staying, so what the hell.
As he walks to the bar, he takes notice that the people in the bar are looking at him in a way he doesn't look and just returns there glares with a dog ugly sneer on his face, giving off the vibes that he should not be disturbed and anyone who dare do such a thing would end up missing some teeth. Donnelly orders a beer, but what he gets in return is something totally water downed by his standards. He reacts by getting a disgusting look on his face and spits the booze out to the floor and pushes the beer glass back over the counter, landing at the feet of the bartender and started yelling with the hint of Irish accent in his booming voice.
"How can you serve people this kind of piss water?! It's fookin' awful, it's what it is! "
The Bartender grabs Tyler by his shirt and pulls him up onto the bar, poking Tyler in the chest with his index finger on his free hand.
"I don't know who--"
Tyler had grabbed a near by beer bottle that was empty and smashed it over the head of the Bartender before he could finish his sentence. Tyler slams the head of the Bartender into the bar a few times than shoves him to the back, crashing into the bottles of booze. The Bartender slumps to the floor. Tyler reaches over the bar and grabs a bottle of tequlia, Jose Cuvero to be exact.
"Hosea Cuvearo..Ho... ah screw it"
Tyler twists off the cap and takes a nice, long swing of the tequlia, letting out a bitter sweet "ahh" when he was done, ignoring the odd glares and glances that were directed in his way.
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Post by rocksolid on Mar 12, 2007 9:25:44 GMT -5
So here sits Rock, enjoying a cold Coors Light at this posh but passable place. Only a day removed from his scuffle with that big British guy...Vikram was his name he found out, and here we had another loudmouthed European guy running off with it like he was the "shyte".
"Godammit", he bellows, "what the hell is with these United Kingdom pansy comin' over here and thinking they're frickin' special!"
Mind you, this was not Rock's FIRST beer of the night, so he was in fact just a tad bit intoxicated when he stood up and screamed across the room.
"Hey, Roddy...or Shamus, whatever the hell your name is...why doncha siddown an shaddup, will ya? I can hard hardly hear myself burp!"
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Post by Kayn on Mar 12, 2007 12:05:10 GMT -5
*While the two men up at the bar are yelling and bickering, Kayn sits quietly in a dark corner of the bar. As he watches he calls over his waitress*
"Excuse me, can you bring me 3 double shots of Jim Beam and a pitcher of Hefeweizen? Put it on my tab please."
*As the waitress leaves with his order, Kayn takes a sip of his Jim and coke and thinks to himself* "This looks rather interesting. I think I'll see how this plays out."
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Post by dooley on Mar 12, 2007 22:49:52 GMT -5
SUDDENLY, The Dooleys storm the front door of the bar, as loud and vulgar as usual-
hey!!! what's a sonofa' bitch gotta do ta' get a FUCKIN' drink around here!!!
He grabs one of the waitresses on the ass-
3 Molsons, move it girly!!!
Punt breaks into his trademark laugh-
heheheheheheheheheheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!!!
Bull picks up 2 patrons from there seats...LITERALLY-
This table's been RESERVED, PUSSIES! OUTTA' THA' WAY!!!
He tosses them like ragdolls to the floor. The trio sit down awaiting there beers-
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Post by tylersheadonnelly on Mar 12, 2007 23:12:53 GMT -5
Tyler turns to the walking meat popsicle that is seated across the bar, the same mean snear on his face as when he came in. Throwing the bottle of tequlia away, dispite the fact that it was still half full. Tyler gets up off his bar stool, facing the overgrown monkey that yelled at him and returns the favor, still with the slight Irish accent in his voice.
"Do I look like some butt ugly union jack waving block head to ya?! Do I?! Do I look like some frenchie talkin' wussy eatin french bread and drinking that kool-aid wine?!
What I should be looking like to ya is a pissed off Irishman from Queens that's about to march over there and beat the piss outta ya! That's what I look like! And my grandfathers name was Shamus!"
Tyler grabs a beer that was on it's way to be delievered to someone that throws it across the bar, aiming for the musclehead that he was yelling at, but he too was a little under the influence before he ever showed up, so he missed completely, but the intent was still there.
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Post by rocksolid on Mar 13, 2007 15:59:09 GMT -5
"Queens, huh?" he responds as the bottle practically nails someone else about 4 yards away from him. "That explains...why you throw...like a BITCH!"
Rock laughs and then stops mid-way to take a chug of his Coors.
"I bet you're a Mets fan too, ain't ya? Haw Haw...look at the Mets fan over here! He throws better than anybody on the team though..."
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Post by tylersheadonnelly on Mar 23, 2007 15:08:37 GMT -5
Tyler, now fuming from the words of the guy across the bar. Tyler grabs a beer bottle, that happens to be full and smashes it on the bar. Speaking of that bar, Tyler climbs on top of it, overlooking and overseeing the bar patrons, looking on wanting to know if there's gonna be a fight.
"Big man, you are! Sitting over there, huffin and puffin and gruntin like a gorilla in heat. But then again, you look like someone shaved a gorilla and taught the damn thing how to talk!
Tell you what you oversized, moon barking retarded mongoloid, why don't you put that piss water of a beer your drinking down, come over here and get your ass handed to ya! How's that sounds to ya because it sounds fookin' great to me!
And ya damn right I' am a Mets fan!!!
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Post by rocksolid on Mar 24, 2007 1:16:57 GMT -5
"You wanna piece a me? You wanna piece a da Rock you...you...foreign sounding guy from Queens!?" Rock responds. He might have been a little tipsy, but he damn sure knew fighting words when he heard them. He takes one last swig of his beer and makes his way toward this mad Irishman.
"I'm gonna embed the bottom of my boot into yer DNA!!! And oh yeah, The Mets SUCK!!!"
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Post by Kayn on Mar 27, 2007 13:56:09 GMT -5
*Kayn realizes that this is an explosive situation, and being that this is his favorite watering hole, he decides to try and defuse the situation as quickly and as diplomatically as possible. He stands up from his table, grabs the 3 double shots of fine bourbon whiskey and heads towards the two arguing men.*
“Gentlemen! While you both have valid points in your nonsensical ramblings, yelling and throwing things like a child having a temper tantrum will get you nowhere except kicked out of this fine establishment.”
*Kayn walks next to Rock and puts a shot in front of him. He then walks over to Tyler and puts a shot in front of him. Then he stands in between the two of them and says*
“Now, if you both want to be big babies and have a hissy fit, fine by me. However I’m sure the owners of this bar would much rather you do it elsewhere. So while we are here, why not do what we’re suppose to do, and that’s drink.”
*Kayn raises his shot glass and waits to see if the two fellows agree and raise their shots with him.*
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Post by tylersheadonnelly on Mar 30, 2007 1:45:13 GMT -5
Tyler takes the shot of burbon and sets the glass down hard on the bar. He gets more of a frown on his face..obviously not very satisfied with the whiskey. He looks at Rock and grunts like a bull, still wanting to clash horns with the bigger man. Tyler, though, takes the words of Kayn and calms down.
"Alright. I'm sure who ever owns this fancy place wouldn't be to up on have me kick this monkey's ass all over the place. No bar owner wants his place thrased. So I'll drink....they just better start puttin out the good stuff. Good ol' irish whiskey would make this place better. But I ain't drinkin with any of yous. I'm gonna drink with a nice pack of lasses over there.
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Post by Kayn on Mar 30, 2007 12:13:59 GMT -5
*Kayn has always enjoyed having some drinks with an Irish man. They know how to drink, how to hold their liquor, and usually a treat to be around and watch when they’re drunk. Kayn sees this as a rare opportunity to break out a special bottle of whiskey that he has been saving to share with someone who would appreciate it as much as he would. Kayn yells to the bar owner.*
“Hey Tommy, break out the good stuff and fill me up two glasses.”
*The owner looks at Kayn and nods, he unlocks a cabinet that says “VIP’s ONLY!” and pulls out a bottle of Bushmill’s 25 year Millennium malt. This will be the first time this bottle is opened. The bar owner gets two glasses and fill them half way with the whiskey. He places them on the bar for Kayn.*
“Thanks Tommy." *Kayn turns to Tyler and gives him a glass* "Here you are man. Kampai! (Japanese for cheers)”
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Post by tylersheadonnelly on Mar 30, 2007 16:34:41 GMT -5
For the first time in the night and personally speaking, for the first time this month, Tyler's frown gives way to a simle at the sight of Bushmill. Acting as if nothing happened between he and Rock, Tyler actually slides a glass over to the muscled man full of the good Irish whiskey.
"Here ya go, lad. This right here...is the good stuff. Stuff from the Emerald Isle is always the best. None of that piss water that they serve those ugly british blockheads.
Tyler raises his glass with Kayn and downs it rather quickly, letting out a very satisfying "ahhh" as he slams the glass down on the bar.
"Don't know what kind of chinese language ya speakin there, but I'll drink with anyone that brings the Bushmill!
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Post by Kayn on Mar 30, 2007 16:55:00 GMT -5
“I’m glad you like it. My father is good friends with Paul Walsh, CEO of Diageo. So any time they have some special brew coming out, my family receives a case at no charge.”
*Kayn calls the bar owner over again and tells him to leave the bottle.*
“Normally, they don’t serve this anywhere except the highest star establishments, however I have a good relationship with Tommy over there, so I have him hold a few bottles for me for when I come into town. Have another glass.”
*Kayn pours another glass for himself and Tyler*
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