A girl walks into a bar...
Buttercup was dreaming.
It all started with that awful man Vizzini. All she wanted to do was have a nice ride on her horse and forget about that awful Prince Humperdink that she had to marry, but no. He wanted to start some stupid war between Florin and Guilder. So they pretend to be circus performers. It really wasn't her fault she fell for that, in her opinion. They had a giant and Vizzini is awfully short. Anyhow, so they knock her out and drag her on some stupid chase up the cliffs of insanity. Anyhow, long story short, she gets rescued and is just about to get a kiss when she wakes up.
"Damnit! It always ends at the good part," she grumps, and looks around. She seemed to be in the parking lot of a bar of some type. "Well that's odd..." she says out loud, trying to remember just how she had gotten here. Her stomach rumbles menacingly. In any case, she could use something to eat. She picks herself up, smooths her skirts and hair into something resembling presentable (it doesn't take much, after all, she is the most beautiful woman in the world), and walks into the bar, the door swinging shut behind her. She walks over to the bar and notices the breakfast menu.
"Can a girl get a nice English Breakfast around here?"
It all started with that awful man Vizzini. All she wanted to do was have a nice ride on her horse and forget about that awful Prince Humperdink that she had to marry, but no. He wanted to start some stupid war between Florin and Guilder. So they pretend to be circus performers. It really wasn't her fault she fell for that, in her opinion. They had a giant and Vizzini is awfully short. Anyhow, so they knock her out and drag her on some stupid chase up the cliffs of insanity. Anyhow, long story short, she gets rescued and is just about to get a kiss when she wakes up.
"Damnit! It always ends at the good part," she grumps, and looks around. She seemed to be in the parking lot of a bar of some type. "Well that's odd..." she says out loud, trying to remember just how she had gotten here. Her stomach rumbles menacingly. In any case, she could use something to eat. She picks herself up, smooths her skirts and hair into something resembling presentable (it doesn't take much, after all, she is the most beautiful woman in the world), and walks into the bar, the door swinging shut behind her. She walks over to the bar and notices the breakfast menu.
"Can a girl get a nice English Breakfast around here?"