I would kill.. KILL for some salt and pepper wings right about now

And sure gimme some bandy brew

I would kill.. KILL for some salt and pepper wings right about now

And sure gimme some bandy brew

 

"well you dont have to kill anyone for them. give me a couple minutes" *turns around and starts a batch of Salt&pepper wings. then pours Wolf a mug of bandy* "Two minutes on the wings" *passes the mug of bandy to wolf then turns and takes the wings out of the fryer, and sprinkles healthy pinches of salt and pepper on top of them. then passes the bowl and some ranch to Wolf* "here you go man."

Drink please

*mixes Wolfbrother up another Volke-ano* "Here you go man."

*takes the Volke-ano* cheers man. How's Volke?

*looks at Wolfbrother* "I am sore and exhausted. and fighting to stay awake"

*laughs* rough day?

"Geuss you could call it that. I spent all at the mall with my girlfriend yesterday, then she crashed at my place last night."

Ah it don't sound too bad. Anyways let us make ya a drink *hops behind to bar* so exactly what do we have on tap here?

*wanders in, sits in the corner and starts to sip from my flask of flame throwers*

*looks at Wolfbrother* "You name it we got it"

 

*notices Dragonlover in the corner* "HEY WELCOME TO THE PINK LOINCLOTHE! CAN I GET YOU SOMETHING!?!?!"

Really? Hmm..... *starts mixing Guinness, Hennessey and a dash of Smirnoff in a blender* Right...here we go *hands it Volke*

*takes a sip* O.O "now that is awesome. What's it called?" *chugs the rest of the the blender* "And can i get another?"

me and a few mates created it a while back ^^ we never gave it a name *makes another one for Volke*

*takes it and downs half of it* "Let's call this the Irishman" *downs the other half* "I think maybe we should run this place together."

 

*grabs a piece of wood writes Under New Managementon it and posts it outside the tavern* "there, now we both work this place."

Edited February 26, 201114 yr by volke

Whoa lad, too many o' them'll probably kill ya ^^

yeah we should

*looks at Wolfbrother dubiously* "Yeah right..."

it might we stopped drinking 'em when we realised how much alcohol was in 'em

*looks at Wolfbrother* "Hmm... good point..." *walks behind counter and rights down the recipe to the drink* "We are definetly calling this the Irishman" *writes Irishman and Volke-ano on the menu board*

*laughs* wayhey my drink is famous!

"lol, now if we can only get some poor sucker to order three of four of them?" *wonders where Wolf is when you need him*

*laughs*

"You want some more wings? Cause i suddenly am very hungry" *starts making a batch of sauceless wings*

sure. Got any ketchup?

*looks at Wolfbrother* "What the hell do you think?" *pulls out a large bottle of ketchup the size a lamp* "that answer your question?" *throws a second bathc of wing in the fryer*