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| Texas Lucy's Dew Drop Inn; Formerly known as the Shady Lady | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 6 2004, 08:41 AM (3,897 Views) | |
| Hoydonia | Feb 6 2004, 08:41 AM Post #1 |
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Somewhere inbetween, the truth lies.
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A weary Virgil finished counting the wrinkled bills received from the stockyard boss and stuffed them in his thin billfold, “ goddam there’s gotta be a better way ta make a livin.” he thought, as the lean cattle were slowly herded into a waiting boxcar. “See ya on th grill, doggies!” Swinging a tired leg over Blotch, he gave the old Appaloosa a gentle nudge and she responded with a grunt and a still graceful canter that took them both down Market Street into the center of South Pacific civilization. A horn blared and a fifty-four Victoria swerved as Blotch also quickly shied away. Instinctively reaching for his long gone pistol, Virgil only managed to fire off a few choice words questioning the careless Ford drivers lineage. Ahead on the right was the last stop of a long day. Hitching up Blotch next to the water trough, a tired Virgil pushed his way through the double doors into the Texas Lucy’s Dew Drop Inn and Restaurant, Written below the sign was Wipe your Feet, this means you cowboy! reading that was always good for a laugh, Lucy wasn‘t even close to being a fellow Texan and he even knew her real name was Hazel. What really made him laugh though, was the original Texas Lucy was the towns notorious last madam and this place was her famous bordello. The doors opened into the main room and the large concierge desk was tended by the taciturn one eyed Fred who glanced up and imperceptibly nodded at Virgil, all the while polishing a sawed off shotgun. Virgil was at once hit by the tantalizing aroma of barbequed meat wafting out of the kitchen. Not seeing Hazel he headed past the crowded dining room to find the cure for his hunger, Ricky the Chef. “Need a room Virg” “Howdy Fred wadda ya got?” “The rooms downstairs got doors leadin outta the back but the rooms upstairs got fresh sheets and the beds don’t squeak” “I’ll let ya know later Fred” “good luck” Fred winked back. |
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| Military Force | Feb 7 2004, 11:30 AM Post #2 |
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Wandering Ghost
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so can i get a steak here then? the other place got closed. And i need a drink. A BIG one. |
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| Hoydonia | Feb 7 2004, 12:57 PM Post #3 |
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Fred the hotel clerk eyes MF and motions to the dining room where Virgil and chef Ricky are talking. Still polishing his sawed off shotgun, he growls, "don't know where the hell Hazel is but Ricky'll set ya up." He pauses and adds with a wink, "keep that machine gun safety on if ya know whats good for ya." |
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| htz3 | Feb 7 2004, 07:25 PM Post #4 |
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Former Delegate Member of COG
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Walks in gose to the front desk "Do you know when Hazel might be around? I am starting a Newspaper and I was wondering if she would be interested in advertising." "I need a room long term. I might get some mail here as well if that is okay?"
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| Hoydonia | Feb 7 2004, 07:39 PM Post #5 |
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Fred the hotel clerk cooly eyes the distingushed gentleman who bears a striking resemblance to Churchill. "I'll put ya up stairs where it's quiet, twenty bucks a night or a hunnerd a week... Okay a hunnerd it is. Mail slots are right behind me, mister. I'll pass th word on ta Hazel. We kin always use more business. Good eats in th' dinin room. Open all day." |
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| Military Force | Feb 7 2004, 08:58 PM Post #6 |
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Wandering Ghost
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well service with a smile. I'm on liberty leave. Just a baretta today. *whips pistol out of holster and hands it to him handle-first* here then. Buckshot hurts. |
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| htz3 | Feb 7 2004, 10:32 PM Post #7 |
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Former Delegate Member of COG
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Thanks Is it okay if I call you Fred? #hands Fred 4 $100 bills# Okay that covers me for a month. Heads up to his room. Sees MF and greets him. "Hi MF I'm opening a new newspaper we have some very reasonable ad rates. You might want to consider it, letme know once I have the news running. |
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| Hoydonia | Feb 8 2004, 01:57 AM Post #8 |
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Fred smiles at MF and carefully stows the Barretta away. Then turning to htz3 just before he meets MF, Fred says,"along with the room advance is free breakfast, served til ten every day." Fred sees Ricky glare his way and point to his watch then throw his hands in the air and storm off into the kitchen. Virgil, he notes has been placed by Ricky at the small table near the kitchen door. No doubt Virgil smells worse than all his former cattle herd combined. Virgil smiles and hoists a mug his way. Fred nods back, then he gracefully turns to a departing guest and deftly lights her cigarette and opens the old hotel door. |
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| Lincolndom | Feb 8 2004, 10:34 AM Post #9 |
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Medal of Honor
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Walks in off street kicking a tumbleweed out from under his stirrups. Damn weeds! I'll have a 12oz steak, two eggs, hard like my weapons and sunnyside up like my ...........goes into a dream like state.oh yeah and a side order of fries. Placers western styled bazooka on table and pulls chair round ...sits down. I'll also have a beer thanks! What type you got! tips hat at Military. Howdy partner. looks up at the wall and sights a big portrait of Texas Lucy....what a buxom gal! |
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| Hoydonia | Feb 8 2004, 10:59 AM Post #10 |
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A harried Ricky the chef takes Lincoldom's order and lets him ponder the large beer and wine list Hazel created. Ricky had to give her credit, when they stopped selling the hard stuff the brawling went down to just a couple of fights a week and Fred hadn't used his shotgun in so long that he went back to loading it with rock salt "Hey buddy careful with that bazooka thin hokay? You like th' picture of Lucy? she doan come aroun much anymore but Hazel keeps her picture up for old time sake. Besides Hazel woan sit still long enough for anybody to paint her anyway." |
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| Military Force | Feb 8 2004, 04:26 PM Post #11 |
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Wandering Ghost
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HTZ if you promise to write the ads for me. I hate writing. OOC: Ironic ain't it??? This place ain't half bad. I figure if i can leave here without any more lead in me i'll be happy. |
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| htz3 | Feb 9 2004, 09:46 PM Post #12 |
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Sure thing MF I'll show it to you and Linc before we print so I make sure you are okay with it. Starts to head for the stairs and remembers his encounter with Hazel and looks to see if she is around so he can invite her up for a nightcap. |
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| Hoydonia | Feb 10 2004, 08:13 PM Post #13 |
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Virgil the ranch foreman has had enough. Two well done Porterhouse steaks and half a dozen Anchor Steams had finished what the trail drive had started. Rising unsteadily to his feet he stumbled across the dining room floor falling heavily into Lincolndom and MF who roughly shoved him off and Linc instinctively reached for his bazooka. “Hey man ahm sorry“, Virgil slurred as his unfocused eyes stared into the biggest gun he had ever seen. Fred the clerk caught Virgil by the collar and spun him toward the ten dollar rooms. “Okay ol’ buddy lets get you into a bed before someone puts ya in th’ ground.” “Blotch, Wha bout mah Blotch” “Heh, don’t ya worry Virg, yer pony was put up hours ago. Okay in ya go.” Fred unceremoniously dumps Virgil, boots and all into a creaky old bed and covers him with the frayed bedspread locking the door on his way out. Straightening out the creases in his dinner jacket and adjusting his bow tie Fred nods to HTZ standing in the foyer and returns to the paperwork lying underneath his sawed off shotgun. |
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| htz3 | Feb 10 2004, 08:52 PM Post #14 |
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Former Delegate Member of COG
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bows back to Fred and keeps looking for Hazel. |
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| Hoydonia | Feb 11 2004, 12:29 AM Post #15 |
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The deepening twilight reached out across Market Street as Hazel finally clatters up the concrete steps and pulls open one of the heavy oak doors to the Dew Drop Inn. Hearing a woman’s footfall approach, Fred had just reached the opening door. “Hey boss, where the hell have ya’ been.” Glancing over at htz he quietly continued, “this one here’s gonna stay for a while, an he’s been askin about ya. Looks okay but ya never know.” She winked at him and said, “Yeah Fred, you never know.” Wrinkling her nose she continued, “Damn it Fred, the place smells like a herd of cattle‘s come through here. phew” “Oh that’ll be Virgil, got im tucked in number seven. Recon I shoudda aired the place out alittle.” “Yeah a little”, she rolled her eyes and walked over to htz. “Well hello, I see you’ll be with us for awhile….. A night cap? Sorry not right now, I gotta calm my chef down before he buries a meat cleaver into somebody. Say why don’t you join me in the dining room after we clear out the last of the hungry folks. Then we dim the lights and turn it into sort of a lounge. A little dancing, a little whatever…” |
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| Jacksong | Feb 11 2004, 01:21 AM Post #16 |
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Good evening, I hear you have Anchor Steam, and I sure am thirsty. I would like to have a few here and get 12 to go.
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| Hoydonia | Feb 11 2004, 09:04 AM Post #17 |
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Hazel greets Jacksong with a smile and then catches the eye of Britney the waitress. "Britney, take care of the gentleman will you." Now she enters the kitchen and finds chef Ricky in his usual tense mood. "goddammit Hazel ima gonna quit iffa you leave me with no help again." "What do you mean Ricky? Britney's here where's Janet?" "Ha Hazel thassa good one! They're both only good for one thin an you know it." "Yeah well were not going back to the days of the Shady Lady, those girls are gonna have to learn real work, even if it kills em. Janet rushes in the back door and cringes at the looks both Ricky and Hazel give her. She puts on her name tag and runs past them into the restaurant. |
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| Military Force | Feb 11 2004, 03:23 PM Post #18 |
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Wandering Ghost
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*He straightens his jacket after being collided into* "Interesting place you got here." he says, quietly eyeing Janet as she walks in. As she meets his gaze he smiles briefly, and returns to his meal. "Can i get another drink over here please?" |
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| king j | Feb 11 2004, 03:42 PM Post #19 |
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Return of the King
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*Marshall KJ walks through the batwings* Howdey all just going on my rounds, hear you had some problems earlier, i dont want to hear of any more,understand!!. *KJ turns on his heel and leaves Texas Lucy's Dew Drop Inn* |
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| htz3 | Feb 11 2004, 08:47 PM Post #20 |
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Seeing Hazel is busy knows now is not the time so he gose in the dinning room. Looks at the menu and starts scribbleling on his note pad. Waits to make his order. |
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| Hoydonia | Feb 12 2004, 01:58 AM Post #21 |
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Hazel smiles at Ricky who winks back, both thinking about the two dimbulb waitresses and where they'd be if Hazel hadn't kept them on when she bought the old bordello from Texas Lucy. This time, for them to make an honest living, taking orders while standing up for a change. "Okay Ricky, you've got both your girls out there working the tables now, so while I'm in here do you need anything?" "Yeah baby," he whispers in her ear, " how bout another shot at me an you together, hah wadda ya say Hazel?" "Sorry Ricky its over okay, so lets just stay partners in crime, huh." Ricky shrugs and begins filling another order. Hazel leaves the brightly lit kitchen and sees Janet conversing to MF while handing him another drink. Hazel sits down next to htz and looks over at his notes as Britney sees her and wanders over to take his order. "So htz", Hazel winks, "I hear you newspaper guys might not be the right type." |
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| Caer Rialis | Feb 12 2004, 09:49 AM Post #22 |
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Asleep
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Ka-chink ka-chink ka-chink *tips my hat to the ladies and moseys up Hazel and htz3** Howdy do, ma'am, pardner. I'm a-wonderin' if'n you've seen this? **unfurls wanted poster
It's a matter o' crimes agin humanity |
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| Military Force | Feb 12 2004, 03:22 PM Post #23 |
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sorry i'll talk to the guys in satilite tech. they might have seen it. I'll ask if they've had any broken cameras lately. Thanks for the drink. So Janet, how are you? |
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| Hoydonia | Feb 12 2004, 09:32 PM Post #24 |
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Janet smiles warmly says, “Fine” and hands MF a menu. Then, facing him, leans way over til she’s at eye level with him and says, “mmm, we don’t see too many military boys around here since the base closed. I kinda lost my last job cuz a that. You gotta girl MF…?” Hazel, htz and Caer are debating the merits of how to handle the leisure suit that has apparently taken over MBFC’s soul. Janet’s overt flirting with MF catches Hazels eye, and she reaches across the aisle and gives her an attention getting pinch on the ass. Janet’s first reaction is to slap MF. “Hey you!, I’m not that kind of girl.. Um, well I was.. Well, what I mean.. Oh hell meet me at eleven when my shift is over.” She says with a wink while stroking his palm imprinted face.” “JANET” “Oh whadda ya want now Hazel. Cant ya see I’m workin… Oh.. Right” Britney finally hands htz and Caer menus. She even gets their drinks right, and Hazel has Janet send another round over to MF who has a look on his face like the cat who got the canary. |
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| Fudgie | Feb 12 2004, 09:55 PM Post #25 |
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Guy Fawkes' Campaign Manager
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*wanders in, and spies Janet flirting with MF* *walks over to table, and plants a long hard kiss on MF* Sorry I'm late darling, but the shop was murder today - so many people! |
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