The Troll's Head

stu neville

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#1
The dust covers are all off, the jukebox rejigged to accept bitcoin, the pool table re-napped and the pumps and optics all ready for action. The staff are these days robotic and will automatically respond, in order, to all of your requirements, but I will from time to time be behind the bar.

Ladies and Gentlemen - - the Troll's Head is open once more for business. Make yourselves at home.
 

Yithian

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#2
*Wipes dust from body, staggers down from the attic with the mother of all hangovers*

Good God, I hurt. Where's Melf?
I'm pretty sure that he mixed my last drink about eight years ago.

Evenin', Stu.

(Good timing, incidentally. I'm actually somewhat sloshed have been entertaining new neighbours with a hideous mingling of lager, wine and rum.)
 

stu neville

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#9
The rest of the troll is unceremoniously, spontaneously combusted in a fireplace next to its own armchair. Doesn't even see it coming (mainly cos the head is already on the spike outside..)
 

Doc

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#20
*transmats in from multiverse+1, looking scourged and singed, a snarling hamster eyeing the bar from each pocket. Muttering "Jerry=Bianca, Bianca=Jerry, Rupert was a bear", shoves a walnut into each gaping hamster maw, approaches the bar and says "pint o'Bells please mate" ..
 

Shady

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#27
Im not cleaning that up, nope
 

Rerenny

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#29
Scene: Exterior: Night:
(distant sound of "lively" conversation...)
"in 'ere, 'sopen"
(sound of door creaking)
"yep, 'ere's fine...landy?!? pint of 'ur besy, good sire"
(sound of a body falling to the floor)
"'ur alright mate, we'll get her home, ur here permo? excellent! We'll be back on the morrow when she's rested!...come on angel, you go with the nice man in the stab vest, he'll get 'ur home...see you tomoz guys!!!!
(sound of a policeman carrying a happy wanderer home)

Yay, the pub's back!!!!!
 
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