Quiet room...

[Moos]

Got a few crumbs left from my peanut butter sandwich, does that help?

Oh, sorry, this is the Quiet Room, isn't it, and I don't have to be the real Moos, thank fuck for that.

Have a slug of this

*gentle glugging as Laphroaig hits glass, passes to EDCit*

[mockney piers]

Laphroaig, good choice Moos *proffers empty glass and attempts puppy dog eyes thing*

[Moos]

oh well, if you're going to do the eyes thing...

*glug glug glug*

[mockney piers]

*darnation, will remember not to attempt that one again*

*heads off to real pub...huzzah*

[citizenED]

*eyes Mockney as he heads out of the QR*

*blighter is off to the real pub - one called Huzzah?*

*humph. I'm staying here in a lethargic grump*

*another Laphroaig, please Moos*

[KalamityKel]

Is it too early to declare my boredum of work? *looks at clock and sighs*

[dulwichmum]

Darling Kalam,

Can I offer you a hot toddy?

*Waves to Mr Piers*

[Moos]

*yawns, stretches, stands up and goes back over to bar again*

Sorry, whisky for Citizen, anyone else?

[KalamityKel]

Rum rum rum rum rum :))

*glances at clock...nearly there!*

[citizenED]

*thank M, the slow burn approach is fine where whiskey goes*

*'specially since I'm still enjoying my other bottle*

*care to partake in DM's hot toddies too?*

*there's a pan simmering over on the Aga - next to the drying socks**

[KalamityKel]

*wispers to Citz that those rnt socks, they're ear muffs*

[citizenED]

*gosh KK, muffs on the Aga, whatever next.*

*are the yours dear girl?*

[KalamityKel]

:-$ no

[Moos]

Oh yes please a toddy would just hit the spot.

*glances at Aga*

I'm sure that wasn't there last time I was here. Or is that what used to be Anfield?

[dulwichmum]

I would like a chilled bottle of Krug and a pickled egg please.

[KalamityKel]

I wondered wot that smell was... pickled egg indeed! ewwwwyuk *shudders*

[Keef]

*Walks in to quiet room*

*Places bottle of sparkly stuff and 2 flutes on huge armchair by the window*

*Sits on rug in front of the fireplace and reads crime novel*

[KalamityKel]

Two flutes? oooooo I say!

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

One for the mouth, one for the nose? BTW, the butler did it.

[citizenED]

*with a flute?*

*if there are no other takers for that Perry, I'll 'ave it, Keef*

*notices that Keef reads in thick scouse accent*

*settles down and listens as story unfolds*

[dulwichmum]

*Flounces over to special chum Mr Keef, and plants great big kissaroo on nose.*

Exchanges knowing smile with chum and proceeds to get sploshed - I adore Champagne...

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Strides majestically into room, sees DM canoodling with Mr Keef*

"Unhand that woman Sir! She may be a bit ragged around the edges, but she is MINE! Besides, you have one of your own."

*Grabs DM around the waist and sweeps her off her feet*

*Staggers towards door, nearly makes it, collapses in a heap*

"Fetch me a surgical support, I have done myself a mischief*

(Edited after purchase of Collins Gem Dictionary for Gentlefolk)

[macker]

Michael Palaeologus Wrote:

> *Grabs DM around the waste and sweeps her off her

> feet*

Which part of DM is the wasted bit?

[Keef]

*Gets up to fight for DM's attentions but falls flat on face as result of the champers*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Buys a Dictionary - hands Keef a hankie to staunch bleeding nose*