Chatty Kathy's Bar & Grill ~ Geezerville

[Lia_Trovaras]

After spending about an hour on dinner, dessert and relaxing a bit she paid her bill and bundled up again for whatever the weather is outside currently. Waving goodbye to the staff she took off out the main doors and back towards home.  

[Kitten Rose73]

A young girl in her late thirties walks in and finds a table in the corner to sit down and hopes that she is not bothering anyone as she is quite new here and has yet to meet the residents of the town.  

[thaskarin]

rockchic73

Off in the distance something sounding like a motorcycle can be heard. As it comes closer the vehicle is revealed to be not a motorcycle but a wheelchair with a rocket engine and various other odds and ends scavenged from a junkyard. The rider is wearing a black suit which seems to have been ripped from a kung-fu movie with a white motorcycle helmet and tinted goggles.

Walking into the restaurant two fox-ears and a tail can be seen. He seems to be a young man in his early twenties and is curiously looking around as he takes a seat.  

[Kitten Rose73]

Jenn was not that curious about the place or the people. She was a shy person and hated confrontations , so she just sat there drinking her soda and read her book .  

[Lil Brat]

*Slips in to pick up some toys from Pierre before heading out to the games*  

[Psyzapp]

*Having heard rumors of a shark being in the lake behind Chatty Kathy's, Psy insists she capture the beast and save it from the lake. Bucky is in need of a companion and this other alleged shark could be his next BFF.

She sets up a nice chair at the end of the dock and makes Mr. Giovanni who also sets up a chair, bait her hook. She casts as far as she can, but finds it isn't good enough. stare She reals the line in and as Mr. Giovanni pours him a cup of espresso from the thermos they brought she hands him the rod demanding he cast for her. He does as she asks and gives the rod back.

They sit a very long time. Mr. Giovanni eventually got out the newspaper and a flashlight while he waits. Psy becomes very frustrated and hands him the fishing rod.* Your turn. stare Now Alfonso, I WANT that shark. stare So you do whatever type of fishing thing it takes to get it. Capire?

*She examines her gawd awful fishing outfit and frowns as he hands her his cup of espresso.* WHY can't they make these things with more style…perhaps a nice wedge or something. talk2hand  

[Psyzapp]

*Another few hours and so far Mr. Giovanni has caught a tire, a tin can and some smaller fish that certainly weren't sharks. stare Seeing that hook empty on occasion as bait is stolen by something down in that lake, she smacks him upside the back of the head for not producing her shark. stressed He starts to inquire about when she's going to want to leave.* Leave? We shall leave when we see something spectacular or when the sun begins to rise. *She pulls out the blanket she brought, scoots her chair closer to his and places the blanket over both of them. The nice thing about Chatty Kathy's is the staff know the instant you need anything and bring it.*  

[Alfonso Giovanni]

…………………………………… stressed  

[Alfonso Giovanni]

*While his Dolce Cosa sleeps all snuggled up to him as they sit on the dock, he precariously places the fishing rod leaning up against his chair. With one arm securely around her, he uses his now free hand to careful take out his iPhone, scroll through, and select an app to gain access to the internet. He finds a website for a local aquarium. There is one a few towns over. Particularly looking at the times they are open, he bookmarks it and will place that call later when they are open. cool

He knows there is probably no shark in this lake. If there is, the likelihood would be so slim that if this were a horse track he wouldn't even place a bet. But here she is with her heart set on a shark pal for the saltwater one she bought in Australia. Never mind the fact a freshwater shark would die when placed into the tank at the JD filled with salt water. For her…that isn't the point.

He smirks to himself and looks down upon the top of her head resting upon his shoulder so peacefully. Its at times such as this that confirm to him she is his soul mate, finding her quirky, eccentric, demanding ways completely adorable and he loves every minute of it. The adventures he has with her are the very best adventures he experiences. She brings a richness to his life and she fills it. Never a dull moment, he's always happier with her. He finds himself wanting to take care of her and he'd gladly give her anything or see to it that she gets everything she wants out of life. He loves her…he always has.

As the sun rises, he finds it very peculiar some waiter would bring out 2 freshly made latte's when he didn't even ask for anything. And he has to move in order to take them which wakes his sleeping Dolce Cosa. Her expression puzzled at first as she awakens, but changes to sheer joy when he hands her that latte and she grins sweetly at him. She's just beautiful with her messed up hair, fishing coveralls she complained all night about and her expensive no doubt designer sable coat. He wouldn't change one single thing about her.* heart  

[Lil Brat]

*Frowns as she slips in through the shadows* It's too damn quiet in here. *Slips out the back door and off through the forest.*  

[Lil Brat]

*Feeling bored and irritable, Brat slips deeper in to the forest, seeking the rifle range. She slips in and out of the shadows until she finds Jack's mark leading to the range. Seeing the coyote man's targets, she grins.*  

[Lil Brat]

*Shaken from her reverie by the sound of Pierre's voice echoing in her head, she shakes away the memories and heads over to Kathy's. As she enters, she notices Pierre has added a library on the 2nd floor.* "He wouldn't," *she thinks.*

"Of course not," *his voice rings in her head* "The books you are seeking would never linger with those..." *waves his hand dismissively* "how would you call it... reading materials..." rolleyes

*Before she can say more, his words whisper in her mind,* "Don't worry, Lil, after all these years in our new home, we have become quite adept at tuning out all the thoughts coming at us." *He sighs,* "Though I can't say it wasn't challenging. The creatures here are a bit louder than we were accustomed to." sweatdrop

"And some things, -some- things were not meant to be over heard..." gonk

*He leads her to his office and holds the door open. As the door clicks shut behind them, he sighs with relief and returns to his natural form. He unlocks a hidden cabinet revealing a fairly large closet filled with books. His snake-like golden eyes glow softly, as he turns to Lil. As he's more comfortable communicating telepathically, his words echo in her head and she responds in kind.*

What exactly are you looking for?

While I'd sealed, locked, or otherwise shielded my office from humans, other demons, immortals, or nearly any other form of other-worldly creatures, apparently it is not Ghost-Proof. *Her foot swings in annoyance* stressed

*He nods, then turns his attention back to his personal "library". As he reviews the books on the shelves, Brat studies him. She knows he has extended considerable trust to let her see him as he is, and not the "human" shape he and the others take when anyone can see them. Perhaps this trust comes from her willingness to trust him. She trusted Jack, and even if the Coyote man would not discuss what had occurred to bring Pierre and the others to seek refuge in Geezerville, if Jack trusted them, it was good enough for her.*  

[Lil Brat]

*She watches as three books lift from the shelves and are stacked on the desk in front of her. Pierre turns back and his golden eyes meet hers.* "That should cover it."

*She takes the books, thanking Pierre for the loan. Standing behind the door unseen, he holds it open and she slips away. The door clicks quietly behind her.*  

[Wretched Soul]

((Do you ever stop messing around with the Dark Magic?))

A scruffy looking man enters the bar, nods to barkeep and takes a seat. The bartender brings him a shot of whiskey, nodding. Jack hands him a flask and tosses back the drink, as the bartender walks over to refill the metal container. He returns with the flask, and a glass of brandy, his words echoing in Jack's head.

Pierre will be here soon.

He nods his head at the barkeep and takes a sip of his brandy.  

[Wretched Soul]

Jack wakes from an extended nap in the bar where time stands still. He checks his pocket for his flask, feeling the metal brush his fingertips. He sends out his thanks to the staff and heads out in to the woods behind Cathy's.