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Anselmo's Diner | Started by: Anselmo on Apr 27, '10 20:08 |
"nah...it's my fault who wanted you to eat something...ehm..."good" " she told him and she slapped him with the dirty cloth that had for cleaning the tables. "And the next time you will touch me I'll cut you in peaces. Am I clear?" she told him with a devilish smile at first and then laughed normally by his scared expression.
"Poor Bam...I am joking, here is your bread..erm...your pancakes" |
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Reply by: BlairWaldorf at Jul 09, '10 07:45 | |
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John Gato was crusing through Detroits streets when he happened to come across his bosses place.
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Reply by: John_Gato at Jul 15, '10 13:32 | |
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Kagome walks in the diner and jumps over the coffee and bacon grease stains on the floor. Once she gets to the counter she orders her food. |
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Reply by: Kagome14 at Jul 18, '10 18:38 | |
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Gwarble had heard nothing but bad news about Anselmo's diner in Detroit, but he was obligated to try it. He invited Anselmo over for a celebratory beverage in the HQ when they had completed their move to Philadelphia and one thing had led to another. No, not that...we hadn't invited Colin specifically to avoid any of that hankpanky. Instead, an inebrated Anselmo had encouraged Gwarble to visit his joint when he was next in town and despite Gwarble's best efforts he had been pinned down. |
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Reply by: Gwarble at Jul 19, '10 10:10 | |
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Clifford bursts in the door, soaking wet from the wild weather outside.
Wow. Interesting place you got here. He says while holding his breath at the stench of rodents and old eggs
I'll just take a cup of coffee, if thats Ok? Just looking to stay out that rain for a bit. |
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Reply by: CliffordWorley at Jul 19, '10 11:00 | |
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Think i'll just leave the coffee, i've got business to attend to.
Clfiford walks out the door mumbling something about it being quicker to go and pick some coffee beans and make it himself. |
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Reply by: CliffordWorley at Jul 19, '10 14:14 | |
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Blair sees the Godfather Gwarble enter the place and hides herself behind the kitchen bench. She slowly takes a sneaky look to see what's happening out there and while Gwarble is talking with her Boss Anselmo, a customer walks in the shop. He quitely takes a place on a table close to Gwarble's table and he waits patiently for her.
"You can wait all you want friend" she thinks and takes another sneaky look. She only can see Gwarble's buck but he knows that position of him and as Anselmo burst into tears she hides herself behind the bench again. The customer still waiting.
When she hears the door's bell sure that Gwarble was out of the place she walks out of the kitchen to serve finally that customer but she just comes face to face with Gwarble. |
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Reply by: BlairWaldorf_ at Jul 22, '10 04:46 | |
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Much like Godfather Gwarble, OscarTheGrouch had heard nothing but bad about the late Don Anselmo's diner which is what drew him to the place. He stepped inside and examined the filthy and unkept interior of the place. Flies swarmed around plates of inedible-looking food as Oscar salivated. He slid his trash can over to the counter and glanced over at the pretty young waitress BlairWaldorf. He forwns and wrinkles his nose at her Too pretty for me. Any ass-ugly waitresses around that can serve me some of this slop ya serve at this dump? |
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Reply by: OscarTheGrouch at Jul 28, '10 13:06 | |
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That day it was very quiet in Anselmo's diner. For the first time she had a little time to clean-somehow- the shop and make a tasteful coffee for the customers. As she was cleaning for the first time the glasses she heard the characteristic door's bell and she looked at the entrance. Blair saw a tall man sitting on a table and looking at her with a weird expression on his face.She smiled welcoming and she walked all the way to his table with extra grace.
"Hello sir, how can I help you" she asked smiling again and waiting for his answer. |
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Reply by: BlairWaldorf_ at Jul 29, '10 13:22 | |
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Waits for a watress or waitor to come over and serve him as he sits there reading his newspaper.
I'm waiting over here!
Hurry! I'm losing my patience. |
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Reply by: Hun-Hun at Jul 29, '10 17:33 | |
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Dr_Scrote struggles to get himself and his sack through the door of the Diner, and after a little assistance from Blair, he smiles and walks over to the counter.
"Ah good morning my dear, do you have anything to drink? I`m not fussy, a mug of dishwater will do, two sugars please and a left over cucumber stalk. That`ll do nicely"
Scrote then manouvers himself aside Oscar, who by now is bobbing up and down in his trashcan so violently he makes contact with Scrotes bag.
As Scrote writhes around in front of the counter, Blair offers him the mug of dishwater. Oscar by now is bouncing between Scrote and the counter as his trashcan reaches a crescendo, bludgeoning the now gigantic sack.
Scrote finally gets to his feet accepting the mug as he walks unceremoniously to a nearby table in order to offer his appendage a little protection....... |
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Reply by: Dr_Scrote at Jul 30, '10 18:25 | |
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Having passed out face-down in his breakfast some time ago, Bammy had gradually slid sideways off his stool and now lay prostate on the floor, the side of his head firmly attached to the linoleum by a sticky patch of syrup that had begun to ferment and turn green. He would have continued to lie there for some time too, but was rudely brought back into the realm of the concious by a firm and swift kick to the chest. |
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Reply by: Bammy at Jul 31, '10 08:20 | |
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