stikboy
06-30-2002, 06:02 PM
Stikboy wanders up to the doors of the Crippled Burrick and draws a deep breath. It's been a few months since he has darkened the doorway to this place. He sits back and indulges in a few memories of parties past. Chandelier swinging and old widows. A few pints and a lot of tom foolery.
Shaking himself from his revelry, he notices a few changes. A fresh coat of paint, a new door and an even newer sign welcoming all to stop in. He grins to himself and wonders if the pickings around this place have gotten any better.
He slowly opens the door, wondering if this is the right decision. He has had many a good time here and in Dayport in general, and has even prospered to a fashion. But is returning to the place of such tremendous heartache a wise idea? He quietly slips inbetween the shadows, with hood drawn tight, and takes an empty seat in the back with a full view of the place.
As he is looking around, he notices a few familiar faces, and some familiar forms sitting back in the shadows just like he is. But, he also sees a lot of new faces, and wonders if these are free game, or just more taffers lured to the bright lights and big wallets of Dayport.
It looks like the inside of The Burrick has been completely rebuilt. New bar, new floor, new tables and even a <I>triple</I> reinforced chandelier. Stikboy smiles, knowing BA had something to do with that:)
He finally decides, after watching the patrons frollic and stumble around, that this was the right choice. This was home. And heartache will heal if given the time.
He woders if he has lost any of his masterfulness in the art of "liberating". He spies a well dressed man at the bar getting sloshed and decides that this will be a test. If Stikboy could get ahold of this man's purse, he would admit that this is where he belongs, this is what he should be doing. So, stikboy sits in his corner and watches... and waits.
Hello everyone :) I'm back for a spell. How long, only fate knows. But while I'm here, watch your purses ;) :D
I missed everyone, and glad to see most everyone still around. I want to wish everyone that I missed a happy birthday. I tried to look up the list, but going back to Feb. there were a LOT of parties, so a group happy birthday to everyone :)
yubetcha, I was sorry to read about your wife. My thoughts were with her also, and I am glad she is recovering.
Bat-Mite, congrats on your engagement. May you two talk til the wee hours of the morning, and make love til the wee hours of the afternoon:D
And welcome to all the noobs that I missed welcoming, even though I think most have out posted me by now:D
BTW, don't bother posting about the above story here, I am copying it to the LAG thread. I just thought it made a good coming home start:)
Shaking himself from his revelry, he notices a few changes. A fresh coat of paint, a new door and an even newer sign welcoming all to stop in. He grins to himself and wonders if the pickings around this place have gotten any better.
He slowly opens the door, wondering if this is the right decision. He has had many a good time here and in Dayport in general, and has even prospered to a fashion. But is returning to the place of such tremendous heartache a wise idea? He quietly slips inbetween the shadows, with hood drawn tight, and takes an empty seat in the back with a full view of the place.
As he is looking around, he notices a few familiar faces, and some familiar forms sitting back in the shadows just like he is. But, he also sees a lot of new faces, and wonders if these are free game, or just more taffers lured to the bright lights and big wallets of Dayport.
It looks like the inside of The Burrick has been completely rebuilt. New bar, new floor, new tables and even a <I>triple</I> reinforced chandelier. Stikboy smiles, knowing BA had something to do with that:)
He finally decides, after watching the patrons frollic and stumble around, that this was the right choice. This was home. And heartache will heal if given the time.
He woders if he has lost any of his masterfulness in the art of "liberating". He spies a well dressed man at the bar getting sloshed and decides that this will be a test. If Stikboy could get ahold of this man's purse, he would admit that this is where he belongs, this is what he should be doing. So, stikboy sits in his corner and watches... and waits.
Hello everyone :) I'm back for a spell. How long, only fate knows. But while I'm here, watch your purses ;) :D
I missed everyone, and glad to see most everyone still around. I want to wish everyone that I missed a happy birthday. I tried to look up the list, but going back to Feb. there were a LOT of parties, so a group happy birthday to everyone :)
yubetcha, I was sorry to read about your wife. My thoughts were with her also, and I am glad she is recovering.
Bat-Mite, congrats on your engagement. May you two talk til the wee hours of the morning, and make love til the wee hours of the afternoon:D
And welcome to all the noobs that I missed welcoming, even though I think most have out posted me by now:D
BTW, don't bother posting about the above story here, I am copying it to the LAG thread. I just thought it made a good coming home start:)