Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Apr 30, 2009 01:07

The choice of a bar for a not-so-random act of whimsy is a tricky thing. On the one hand, it should be a place neither Sark nor Suzie (but primarily Sark) would be embarrassed to be seen in, but on the other, it shouldn't be so good a choice that either of them would want to return on a regular basis.

This is probably more strategy than should be allowed when the goal is to be whimsical, but Suzie's of the opinion that without some sort of strategy, Sark will drive himself mad trying to put one together when he should be focusing on having conversations with strangers in metre.

Thus, planned whimsy. There are stranger things.

By now, both of them have downed a few drinks, inhibitions have been lowered, and Suzie turns to Sark with a grin, her eyes twinkling with amusement and alcohol.

"My friend, I hope you find yourself prepared,
for whimsy does not wait on such as we
and nights like this too quickly pass us by."

Poetry, it isn't, but at least the rhythm fits. All in all, not bad for someone a few sheets to the wind.

Of course, since they're in a public place, anyone may chance by and boggle at them, or join in. That's more or less the point.

ivan volkovich, julian sark, suzie costello

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