Hello Scumbag. I see you haven?t changed any in the last couple of days. But then I didn?t really expect you to.
It was downright scary in the Inn last night only about 5 of us in there. Scary I tell ya!! Jewell was tending bar. I gotta admire her for that too. She with her broken collarbone and all was right there doing her job just like always. The Empress was in the house and smiling! Course I always have admired her but I doubt she knows that. We haven?t talked too much.
Anyway there is usually a bunch of people in the Inn by the time her shift starts but not last night. Nope! So we were talking and trying to figure out why there was no one there. Jewell thought maybe she was smelling bad. She didn?t smell bad. She had remembered to take a bath before she came and she was dressed really pretty too! Like she could ever look bad if she tried.
Pretty as a picture she is, well except after that fight she had the other day. I must admit she looked a bit roughed up, and banged up, and bruised up, and rumpled up, and torn up. But just because a woman has had a bit of a hard time doesn?t mean she isn?t still gorgeous to the male side of the population.
Why look at what happened with Jean and I! I had been in a fight the night we first met and now look at us. We are gonna be getting married some day. He doesn?t mind that I fight. But that isn?t the point here.
What Jewell, Icer, and I were talking about is that maybe in order to get more people to come to the Inn we need to appear to be damsels in distress. We ought to be the swooning type and possibly even beg for mercy when it looks like we are gonna be threatened or attacked in some way instead of kicking butt ourselves. That should get more men coming around on our shifts.
Ain?t nobody needs to know that we each come armed with our own arsenal of weapons every time we step out our doors and could probably each take out a small army on our own if we had to. For the good of Panther?s till perhaps we should languish on our bar stools and look as helpless as possible. Weak and ummm what is that other thing that females do . . . Oh yes!! Tears. Must learn to cry at any little thing.
In the end we decided that wasn?t the reason no one was there. I don?t actually remember what we decided the reason was because people finally started trickling through the door. But I do know that Jewell and I will no doubt keep right on fighting. Neither one of us is quite cut out to be damsels in distress you see. Although for a few French Pirate kisses I just might go ahead and pretend to be one some time.
Then again why pretend to swoon to get kisses when I can always just grab him by the front of his shirt and take them myself! I wonder where he is right now. Perhaps I should go look and see if I can?t track him down and steal a nibble or two or three . . .
It was downright scary in the Inn last night only about 5 of us in there. Scary I tell ya!! Jewell was tending bar. I gotta admire her for that too. She with her broken collarbone and all was right there doing her job just like always. The Empress was in the house and smiling! Course I always have admired her but I doubt she knows that. We haven?t talked too much.
Anyway there is usually a bunch of people in the Inn by the time her shift starts but not last night. Nope! So we were talking and trying to figure out why there was no one there. Jewell thought maybe she was smelling bad. She didn?t smell bad. She had remembered to take a bath before she came and she was dressed really pretty too! Like she could ever look bad if she tried.
Pretty as a picture she is, well except after that fight she had the other day. I must admit she looked a bit roughed up, and banged up, and bruised up, and rumpled up, and torn up. But just because a woman has had a bit of a hard time doesn?t mean she isn?t still gorgeous to the male side of the population.
Why look at what happened with Jean and I! I had been in a fight the night we first met and now look at us. We are gonna be getting married some day. He doesn?t mind that I fight. But that isn?t the point here.
What Jewell, Icer, and I were talking about is that maybe in order to get more people to come to the Inn we need to appear to be damsels in distress. We ought to be the swooning type and possibly even beg for mercy when it looks like we are gonna be threatened or attacked in some way instead of kicking butt ourselves. That should get more men coming around on our shifts.
Ain?t nobody needs to know that we each come armed with our own arsenal of weapons every time we step out our doors and could probably each take out a small army on our own if we had to. For the good of Panther?s till perhaps we should languish on our bar stools and look as helpless as possible. Weak and ummm what is that other thing that females do . . . Oh yes!! Tears. Must learn to cry at any little thing.
In the end we decided that wasn?t the reason no one was there. I don?t actually remember what we decided the reason was because people finally started trickling through the door. But I do know that Jewell and I will no doubt keep right on fighting. Neither one of us is quite cut out to be damsels in distress you see. Although for a few French Pirate kisses I just might go ahead and pretend to be one some time.
Then again why pretend to swoon to get kisses when I can always just grab him by the front of his shirt and take them myself! I wonder where he is right now. Perhaps I should go look and see if I can?t track him down and steal a nibble or two or three . . .