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Great Blue,
very inteerresting informative post specially for a newbie like me.Thanks heaps i look forward to your next post with eager anticipation
Hugs and kisses
What can i say but YAY
everyone loves pantiless FRIDAY
yep its that damn aussie bikie chasing after the Queen Bee
Next will be Maron211177 aka Sammy
Hukk your a nut
Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows- Lesley Gore- Lyrics
Darren Hayes Insatiable (Official Video- FULL)
Tough Roxy its ME lol
stand clear I'm gunna lay some donuts
not the type cops like then ones they hate
Locks front brake full left lock revs engine and drops clutch
and disappears in a cloud of blue smoke
HAHA so now you all know my “Magical Secret” Thunder of a roaring V twin engine and blue smoke from a burning rear Tyre, the flash of lightening comes when you fuck with the wizard
“AusWoody the chat wizard of Aus appears with a flash of lightening and in a puff of blue smoke all hail the Wizard”
Next is Advoapril
Congratulations JayC,
and good luck with your new responsibilities
im pretty new here but I found you to be a good bloke
and im sure you will do a great job as a Moderatoryou have my support
Sipping on my beer, I keep my eyes locked on the feisty red head, thinking about how she reminds me of all my lovesin a long past life. I smile a little smile as the memories flood back.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the bloke chatting up the red head called Jinger, then move towards the bloke on the floor.Tango cuffs him and as he drags him towards the door tells me he wants to talk to me so don’t leave.
Damn I’d been stopped 10 minutes and already the local cops know me.
My thoughts are interrupted by the trim red head, Brandy, asking me if I'm gunna be here long?
Hell I don’t know I just riding wherever the wind blows.
I notice she keeps looking at her right hand,the knuckles look swollen. I laugh when she tells me she punched someone and looks like she dislocated her knuckle.
I reach across the bar, grab her hand pulling her across the bar and pop her knuckle back into place grinning at her.“You gotta bunch them tiny fists better if you gunna be hitting things Brandy, put your hand in the ice bucket for a while, it will ease the pain.” I say amused.
She smiles her thanks, a flush coming to her face and reaches for an Ice bucket.
“Hmm maybe I will wait for the cops to come back, hell it was self defence after all , not that ever got me off before.” I think to myself.
I start to chat to Brandy and find out she is the owner of the a A B&G and some dungeon known as The Ice House.
My gut starts growling like it thinks my throats been cut and I ask, “What time does the kitchen close?”
I find out it still open for 30 minutes. I invite her to join me for something to eat and see her eyes glitter.
We move to a table with her hand in an ice bucket. I notice she's walking like she been riding as long as I have and think, “must have been one hell of a fight she was in.”A waitress approaches who introduces herself as Stone and smiles at Brandy. She gives me the once over, covered in dust. I must be a sight!
I was glad the boss lady is with me or I’d get the bums rush for sure.I order a mixed grill with chips and veggies, and spend 5 minutes explaining what that is to Stone, and a beer please. Brandy orders a steak and salad.
Shaking her head she says“You really gunna eat all that?”
“All what?” I ask
“steak,chop, sausage, bacon, eggs, chips, and veggies!”“Sure,” I reply “I'm hungry, been a long time since breakfast.”
I steer the conversation to her sore hand and stiff body,
“So what happened to you? You look like you went 12 rounds with Tyson in a bad mood?”She told me about her mate Coves who she been looking for on her horse and how she punched his lights out! I’m beginning to like this little red headed fire cracker.
“So,” I ask, “ How long am I supposed to wait for the law?”
She just laughed and said “Till they get back here, why you got somewhere you gotta be, Bikie?”
“Nope, I’m just passing through is all, suppose I better find a motel.” I answer.Our meal arrives. No wonder she was amazed at my order . There was the biggest steak I ever seen on the biggest plate, piled high with my food.
I feel something brush my leg under the table and think “Dog this is your lucky day cause I'm not gunna be able to eat all this.”
It brushes again and I slip a piece of steak discretely under the table for it, nothing happens!
“Well trained dog it seems” I mutter under my breath.
It brushes my leg again. I reach down to give it a pat but cant seem to find it?“Ouch something kicked me!”
I look under the table,all I see are two riding boots on the bottom of a tight pair of jeans and shapely jeans they are too!
Then my brain works it out! I look at Brandy who has a smile as wide as the Mississippi on her face and is looking at her meal, “Cheeky bugger. So that's how its gunna be”I think, smiling myself.Maybe hanging around might be interesting after all as I push my half eaten meal away, asking her if there is a dog around who's hungry.
I see the fire flare in her eyes, and she snarls. “Our food not good enough for you?”Holding up my hands I say “No it great,just way too much for me. Where I come from a mixed grill isn’t a full steak, just a piece and well there just way too much food for one bloke.”
I see the fire fade a little and she laughs, “Oh ok Bikie, yeah we can find some stray to do your work for you.”
Smiling back at her, I lean back in my chair and sip my beer, looking around the bar. I see a room off shoot – it's a pool room and a stage set up with a bands instruments, and ask you have live entertainment here?
She reels of her std spiel about the house band – The Cocks N Roses,and then tells me they do gigs. She invites me to stick around, telling me they have great nights here.“I love a great party Brandy but I need to find a place to crash and then there is the cops who want to talk to me and that never ends well. “
She laughs again, “Don’t worry about Tango he probably wants to buy you a drink, the nearest motel is about 25 miles down the road, Aus and he will lock ya up if you ride drunk. Tell ya what, I got a attic room you can crash in tonight if you ain't looking for the Ritz. It’s got a bathroom and stuff, you’re welcome to stay the night there?”
“Sounds great Brandy, Thanks. Is there a safe place to park my ride? I don’t like it out in the weather and where john q public can get their hands on it. It took me a year to build it, and it has served me well for a long time.”
“Sure there is a lock up storeroom where we store the grog, it’s alarmed and secure you can park it there. “
“Deal,” I say smiling my thanks.
Feeling good now,my belly full anda place to crash and a night to let my hair down at, life is good.
Brandy suggests. “Let’s get that bike put to bed and you sorted and get back to the bar?”“Sounds like a plan,” I agree, as I get up looking forward to a hot shower and a change of clothes.
The Achat Bar and Grill was quiet during the lull between the dinner rush and the arrival of the evenings revelers, with a few late diners finishing their meals, the staff were clearing the remnants of a few meals and picking up after the rush. Even the background music was muted, Old Joe was wiping down the bar top and watching the attractive waitresses bussing the tables. He enjoyed watching the young women and how their bodies moved in a naturally seductive manner.
He noticed a growing drone enter the bar, drifting in the still evening air and wondered idly what was making such a racket on the passing highway. He grew more interested as it approached becoming louder something buried deep down in his memory stirred at the sound it reminded him of the thunder of an approaching storm,. He didn’t know how accurate that thought would prove to be.
It grew closer and closer as it approached the bar and he expected it to fade as it passed and moved on. Most vehicles did as the bar didn’t get a lot of the passing trade. It flourished on a strong regular patronage of the local community. Unexpectedly he heard the rolling thunder turn into the bars car lot. The noise becoming deafening in the quiet of the bar. Then it disappeared in an instant and left a vacuum of quiet in the still bar. Every eye looking toward the entrance of the bar expectantly.
The back corner of the pool room suddenly exploded with noise and action, a young gang banger and his girlfriend were raising their voices in heated discussion and every eye turned to observe the unusual event in the bar. Strangers fighting over some imagined slight. Noticing they were the object of everyone’s attention, they started to make their way out of the bar toward the exit.
As they approached the door something huge blocked the incoming light, the massive shape of a man entering through the doorway. On second look he wasn't overly tall barely 6' but broad and heavily muscled. What stuck anyone who saw him was his presence, a sense of pending danger barely repressed like a ticking bomb.
The gang banger was virtually dragging his girlfriend towards the door when she broke free and stopped moving in his wake he stopped and reached for her again and as she avoided his reaching hands he lost his temper and slapped her hard across the face causing her to scream and begin sobbing.
As I entered the dim bar I saw a couple arguing heatedly, as I moved around them the man some type of banger from the city, slapped her hard knocking her backwards, without thinking I placed my hand on the man's shoulder and turned him to face me, saying softly, “A man never strikes a lady under any circumstances.”
The switch-blade appeared as if by magic in his hand. The silver blade reflecting the lights of the bar on its evil length as he squared up to me, his manner threatening. I grabbed his hand twisting his wrist and forcing him to drop the knife to the floor, following up with a solid punch to the solar plexus and a knee to his face, leaving the banger out cold on the bar room floor unconscious while his girlfriend was standing open mouthed in shock.
I walked to the bar took a seat beside a attractive woman nervously sipping slowly on what appeared to be a glass of water. Giving her a smile I signalled the barkeep for a beer. Nodding my thanks, I drained the cold brew and washed the dust of my journey from my throat in one swallow placing the mug on the bar. I signalled for another.
Something in the barkeeps manner alerted me and I stood turning quickly to see the banger coming for me with the knife in his hand and revenge in his eyes. Shaking my head, I unload a massive punch right into the oncoming face, feeling the nose and cheek bones crumble under the force and the banger falls backward to the floor, his head bouncing and unconscious. Retaking my seat I said to the barkeep, “Some people never learn.”
The barkeep opened his mouth to answer when a female voice spoke up from behind him, “Get Tango to lock him up Joe, and see if his girlfriend needs any help.” turning her attention to me she asked, “Another beer stranger?” Looking her over unconsciously, I noticed the shocked looks of the patrons at the end of the bar, then his eyes caught the blazing emerald green eyes of another red head standing in front of him hands on hips and a smile on her lips.
“Yeah thanks” he replied in his aussie drawl, “the road dust sticks good around here.”
She turned and walked behind the bar pulling him a tall cold beer placing it in front of him, saying “The first drink here is always on the house but I think you earned a second freebie. I smiled my thanks and took a long draft of the chilled beer and placed the half full glass on the bar.“I don’t drink with strangers missus they call me Aus, thanks for the beer.”
Thanks Martin,
you found my true Minionnow where did I leave my scooter??
Party time in the forum square
Jinger and Maron shoe shopping
(poor Hukk his credit card getting another beating)
Personally I take it as theft of my property, what I type in a chat is my property it isn't something of value to any one else just myself, yes brandy is correct as a writer I do my best work when interacting with another in role-play, and have used these chats as the basis of many stories.
you may not have noticed that you cannot even copy a live chat now as they have removed that function as well, so the only way is now the storage hungry screenshots and they can only grab such a small window of chat it would take 40 or 50 to capture a full chat.
I have been chatting online for 20+ years now and NEVER had this situation before every IRC program has the ability to review your chat logs, for whatever reason you choose as it is YOUR property, it is NOT Achat's to remove or delete.
I am not asking it to be replaced I am DEMANDING it be replaced IMMEDIATLY.
yes i'm sure there are ppl out there who couldn't give a shit about this feature, and good luck to them, they prolly don't adjust the treble and bass on their sound systems either or the picture on their TV, their apathy is not the issue here, some of us require the features WE PAID FOR when we subscribed as members. My subscription is a contract between the provider (Achat) and user (AusWoody). They are in breach of a contract and are liable to be sued by the members over this..
some great ideas posted so far , Syl I think forcing a theme of cross gender ect would make it very difficult for those with no experience in that area but as HB suggests you can incorporate that idea into any theme (I think).
I like the work and cheating theme or even a combination of both
I like to suggest a space theme
like a interstellar space journey or worm hole trip or a colonizing trip to a new world.
just my thoughts
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