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Who: Chloe Finn Martel [Duban the Sage], Dylan Hurst[The Miller's Son], Bob Trowbridge[The Bridge Troll], Delilah Rousseau [Little Red], OPEN!
When: Monday at 9 p.m.
Where: 211 West 56th Street, Hooters.
What: Fried food, Beer, Boobs, and Shenanigans.
Rating: Pending.
If there was anything in the world as beautiful as a fried chicken, it was a fried pickle. And if there was anything more perfect for it, it was a large pitcher of Blue Moon Belgian Wheat Ale, which since Chloe's time spent in Ethiopia was the only beer she could begin to drink without wanting to gag.
And so it was that the Hooters Chloe had headed to for dinner after far too much time spent in Brooklyn had become her newest claimed home. They not only had buffalo shrimp and the best damn curly fries in the city, but FRIED PICKLES now. Why Do Fools Fall In Love? blasted over the din of jeering men and the high pitched flirtatious giggles of girls in orange hot pants.
Settling in for the second basket that had come with a sigh of glee, the blonde sunk into the high table and took a long sip of her beer. The only way it could possibly get any better was if some of her "slack pack" showed up.
When: Monday at 9 p.m.
Where: 211 West 56th Street, Hooters.
What: Fried food, Beer, Boobs, and Shenanigans.
Rating: Pending.
If there was anything in the world as beautiful as a fried chicken, it was a fried pickle. And if there was anything more perfect for it, it was a large pitcher of Blue Moon Belgian Wheat Ale, which since Chloe's time spent in Ethiopia was the only beer she could begin to drink without wanting to gag.
And so it was that the Hooters Chloe had headed to for dinner after far too much time spent in Brooklyn had become her newest claimed home. They not only had buffalo shrimp and the best damn curly fries in the city, but FRIED PICKLES now. Why Do Fools Fall In Love? blasted over the din of jeering men and the high pitched flirtatious giggles of girls in orange hot pants.
Settling in for the second basket that had come with a sigh of glee, the blonde sunk into the high table and took a long sip of her beer. The only way it could possibly get any better was if some of her "slack pack" showed up.