toys for barflies...
"Oh-- oh no!"
There was a clatter following that exclamation, and then a thump -- scrattered across the bar were-- toys.
Tiny little figurines, really -- a Boromir in full armor was now in someone's drink, while a set of penguins had landed in the beer nuts. Angel, gussied up in Santa Drag with the paint smudged (it was fresh) lays on a seat, while Katara and ol' barman Mike lay not far frmo each other.
The toymaker fusses, but does not come down to claim his goods. Ah well; he can always carve them again.
[Open post; tag each other, find toys -- feel free to add others. Quasimodo's done one of everybody, just about!]
There was a clatter following that exclamation, and then a thump -- scrattered across the bar were-- toys.
Tiny little figurines, really -- a Boromir in full armor was now in someone's drink, while a set of penguins had landed in the beer nuts. Angel, gussied up in Santa Drag with the paint smudged (it was fresh) lays on a seat, while Katara and ol' barman Mike lay not far frmo each other.
The toymaker fusses, but does not come down to claim his goods. Ah well; he can always carve them again.
[Open post; tag each other, find toys -- feel free to add others. Quasimodo's done one of everybody, just about!]