The Peaceful Coffee Shop In ChicagoBoard

Happy New Year!

A waif of a girl walks in, confirms the address on the card in her hand, and sits down at the counter. She's dressed quite colorfully and carries a bag that's nearly half her small size. She idly looks at the menu before setting it down. She leans across the counter and whispers at the waiter/waitress.

"^{_{Excuse me. Do you know where I can find Richard b uttlantis or Flying chat monkeys?}}"

Panian wrote:

"^{_{Excuse me. Do you know where I can find Richard b uttlantis or Flying chat monkeys?}}"

*Walking into the coffee shop, having returned to Chicago after an enjoyable holiday in Vegas*

Oh no, are they in any trouble? I hear they were getting up to no good back at The Sands.

Greater-amazonia wrote:

Oh no, are they in any trouble? I hear they were getting up to no good back at The Sands.

"Pit boss caught them backstage in the ladies' changing room." She reaches into her bag and strains to pull out two books, which thud on the counter. It is two copies of How to Be a Gentleman. "I thought they might need a lesson in etiquette. ^{_{And I kinda wanted an apology for spying on me.}}"

Panian wrote:

It is two copies of How to Be a Gentleman.

Published in 1998 (and revised in 2012), far beyond the era of role-play for your region.

I don't recall interacting with the pit boss while I was last in Vegas over the New Year.

Richard b uttlantis wrote:

Published in 1998 (and revised in 2012), far beyond the era of role-play for your region.

I don't recall interacting with the pit boss while I was last in Vegas over the New Year.

OOC: I picked that name out of a hat. I didn't check to see if it was a real book. Oops.

I extrapolated that as an interaction since he did phone security (I assume) after catching you guys on the monitor. However, I could adjust however you like since there was absolutely nothing after that (including you leaving the casino).

*The cafe's staff and guests, having returned from Las Vegas, hang up their coats and resume their positions*

Panian wrote:

"Pit boss caught them backstage in the ladies' changing room."

Those rascals. Doesn't surprise me in the slightest, though; they do like the human female body.

I apologize on behalf of the cafe for any discomfort they may have caused you.

Pigeon phorge wrote:

Doesn't surprise me in the slightest, though; they do like the human female body.

Girls are purty.

Flying chat monkeys wrote:

Girls are purty.

True, but that kind of peeping might have been okay in the sixties, but it doesn't fly today.

Pigeon phorge wrote:

True, but that kind of peeping might have been okay in the sixties, but it doesn't fly today.

Okay, boss.

I'll keep my ogling to the past.

Flying chat monkeys wrote:

Okay, boss.

I'll keep my ogling to the past.

See that you do. We don't want a lawsuit.

Flying chat monkeys wrote:

I'll keep my ogling to the past.

*The waiter sidles over and whispers*

^{Were they cute?}

Rejectionville wrote:

^{Were they cute?}

*Casts a glance at the cook before responding*

^{I'll tell you about it later.}

Pigeon phorge wrote:

*The cafe's staff and guests, having returned from Las Vegas, hang up their coats and resume their positions*Those rascals. Doesn't surprise me in the slightest, though; they do like the human female body.

I apologize on behalf of the cafe for any discomfort they may have caused you.

Thank you. I'll pass it along to the other girls. I was a bit embarrassed at first, but then I got to thinking that maybe they just don't know how to talk to girls, so I brought those books to help them.

Panian wrote:

I got to thinking that maybe they just don't know how to talk to girls...

Oh...

*The cook chuckles*

They know how to talk to girls, I can assure you of that, heh-heh.

*He brings her a bowl of fresh strawberries, slices of cantaloupe and seedless grapes, a small bowl of yogurt mixed with a bit of brown sugar for dipping, and a mug of hot cocoa with a dash of orange extract stirred in*

We all know how to talk to girls here.

Pigeon phorge wrote:

We all know how to talk to girls here.

I dunno, I may be able to talk to you guys without a problem, but when I see a nice looking girl I get all tongue-tied, have problems getting words out.

*She looks at the bowl of fruit longingly*

Um, can I get one of those too?

Bitter pants wrote:

Um, can I get one of those too?

It'd be my pleasure, dear.

*He goes to the kitchen and bangs around, then returns with a similar order for the young lady*

Here ya go.

Bitter pants wrote:

I see a nice looking girl I get all tongue-tied, have problems getting words out.

You just need to relax, be yourself. If a woman likes you, she doesn't need to be told a story or try to be sold. It's been my experience that honesty is sexy, even if it's coming from someone of the same gender.

You and Brenda, the waitress over at The Sands, used to date, didn't you? Didn't work out?

Pigeon phorge wrote:

Here ya go.

Thanks, Phred.

Pigeon phorge wrote:

You and Brenda, the waitress over at The Sands, used to date, didn't you? Didn't work out?

*Rolls her eyes*

She's always working. And that place is dangerous. Did you know that she was shot, in the leg, her first week on the job?

I tried to get her to quit, find a job that didn't take up so much of her time, but she said that she likes the boss and he paid her well. Fair enough. I mean, he is Frank Sinatra, after all.

*Pops a grape into her mouth and talks around it*

I didn't like Vegas, so we called it good, split up, and I moved back to Chicago. This is where I belong, in a real city, not out in some artificial oasis build on lies and greed.

Pigeon phorge wrote:

*He brings her a bowl of fresh strawberries, slices of cantaloupe and seedless grapes, a small bowl of yogurt mixed with a bit of brown sugar for dipping, and a mug of hot cocoa with a dash of orange extract stirred in*

Penny thanks him and begins eating the fruit with her hands as she listens to the ongoing conversation.

Bitter pants wrote:

I didn't like Vegas, so we called it good, split up, and I moved back to Chicago. This is where I belong, in a real city, not out in some artificial oasis build on lies and greed.

Vegas isn't so bad. I just moved there and everyone's been nice to me so far, even Mr. Sinatra! Maybe you should give it a second chance.

Panian wrote:

Maybe you should give it a second chance.

No thanks, sister. That city is as plastic as it gets, as phony as a three dollar bill.

Places like Vegas, Reno, even Atlantic City? The people smile and deliver excellent service becasue they are whores, cultural prostitutes looking for the next mark in order to relieve them of their money.

Give me the good ol' honesty of the windy city, where if someone has something on their mind, they tell it to your face and don't hold back.

Bitter pants wrote:

That city is as plastic as it gets, as phony as a three dollar bill.

I dunno, I like the music. On our last visit I didn't gamble or drink, but I got to see so many great performers up on the stage. Frank, Sammy, Perry... even Carol Channing, though I missed most her act, coming in near the end.

Rejectionville wrote:

I dunno, I like the music. On our last visit I didn't gamble or drink, but I got to see so many great performers up on the stage. Frank, Sammy, Perry... even Carol Channing, though I missed most her act, coming in near the end.

That's true. But you and I went specifically for the music and weren't interested in much else.

We brought king cake. Happy Epiphany!

Bearistotle and hebert wrote:

We brought king cake. Happy Epiphany!

Thank you!

Care for some coffee to go?

Bitter pants wrote:

Give me the good ol' honesty of the windy city, where if someone has something on their mind, they tell it to your face and don't hold back.

Penny took a moment to absorb what she'd said. "I guess I have a lot to learn. The place where I grew up, everyone was relatively decent and I could take what they said at face value."