What for? It's only me coming back in again...

Yo Halo, give him one of your happy dances so we can see if there is any life left in the old feller, he being our hospitable Dwarven host.

Grondy lifts his free pint to Halo and asks. "Hey Miss Halo, this new soul mate of yours, did the cellar zombie finally catch you or did you manage to snare a live one with all your feminine charms and orkish guile?"

Okeydo! *spontaniously happy dances all over the bar* He ain't moving Grondy! WHAT THE HECK ARE WE GONNA DO WITH A DEAD DWARF!?

So am I!!! Let's get on with it then! I think Gimli should go first. But what are we going to throw at? Aule hasn't been in for ages now...

Hello Halo!

Well what can you do with a dead dwarf? He wouldn't taste right. You can bury him.

*starts a spontanious happy dance of her own*

NO.... NO......... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... NOT THE BEARD!!!!!!!

*gimli wakes up from a horrible nightmare......*


Sheeeeeeeeew... for a moment there I thought i was finished.... Who ever heard of a dwarf with out a beard....


So.. where were we... Where's my tankard?

Grondy is that you over there with the polk-a-dot dress on????

I'm awake I'm awake...



*passes out again.....*

The Grondy quickly slams his guitar atop the now disabled dwarf's face, "Thou shalt touch not a hair on his hollow head with them thar skizzers, Missy. Doin' so would be tantamount to rape, an' we don't allow none o that in these parts neither." And looks her in the eye with his no longer bloodshot red-rimmed eyes, which have suddenly turned bright steely-grey.

"Well, now you've dropped them skizzers," he says maintaining eye contact, "you gonna be a good girl an help him to his room, or are we gonna stand around here oggling each other 'til we grow cobwebs?" and gives her a big grin.

*gimli wakes up and finds himself handcuffed to the bed post with Star looking down at him*


Whats this?!??!?!?!?! ARGGGGGGGGGG.. I've died an gone to hell.. There's a Devil looking at me!!!!! ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Mellie, wanders back down to the bar, feeling much better and refreshed. She has changed her clothes and showered and orders a bowl of Frosted Flakes and a Coke for Breakfast. lol She looks around and sees people still partaying. Mel, shakes her head and smiles, then ask "So, what have I missed? Looks like everyone is having a good time, maybe?"

"You mean this old thing? It's all that I could find in my closet, with all costume changes I've made tonight (all my sequined outfits are now out at the cleaners) I've run out of things to wear--I thought I'd look silly in the gorilla suit; I mean can you even imagine a three foot (0.91 m.) tall gorilla. Even if It is still Halloween (4:30 PM currently).

So this red polka dot Daisy-Mae outfit will have to do for the rest of the evening, even if I can't fulfill its upper reaches to the extent dreamed of by its designer. Sorry boys, but I aint built that way, so quit yer leerin', 'cause even if I was inclined that way, you still wouldn't be my type."

Grondy makes a curtsey (showing a little more of his hairy legs); sticks his tongue out at the hangers on at the bar; and sits down shivering at a table in the corner near the fireplace where it wasn't quite so darned drafty.

"Me!" Halo grabs a couple of pints from Tom, heads over to where Grondy's sitting and hand one of the pints to him. "Here ya go...remind me to sing a song later will you. I'll wait until Gimli's awake before I do, that way he'll actualy know I've sang..."

"Er..." Halo looks up at the ceiling "am I the only one who can hear screams of terror?"

"Yer welcome Grondy." halo glances up at the ceiling "foreplay...eewwwww!"

Meanwhile Halo drags herself out from the closet she passed out in (the night before), walks over to the bar and falls asleep.

Grondy, taking the hint from Gimli that he 'vants to be alone,'--I can't provide the actual transcript of Gimli's comments here, for you would be blinded by all those stars, er censor asterisks--Grondy retreated downstairs the banging of the piano keys from below becoming louder with each step he took.

He look through the doorway and saw a comely lass sitting alone at the piano, looking like a cat who had just made a memorable contact with a little yellow bird, except there were no feathers on her upper lip. He walked behind the bar an poured a couple pints of Gimli's finest while he tried to remember where he had heard that tune before.

Once he had the tune pegged, he took one of the pints over to the Lady Elf and said, "You know, don't you, that that there tune normally isn't played with a bosa-nova beat? Old LVB is prolly rollin' in his grave, unless he's like me an actually enjoyed that neveau twist on his old war horse," and he finished his speech with a big Colgate.

"Yeah Gimli, it was probably a dream caused by the high fever, says Grondy as he's washing up the glassware from last night's festivities, or else maybe it was that Cr’me de Menthe/Vodka combo that you used instead of Nyquil. There's a new box of 'Nose-Blow' under the left end of the bar there; Star_of_Hope left this handbag what you can use for the wet ones."

Grondy finishes up behind the bar and starts taking the stools off the tables in preparation for this evening's partying. "Cooks got some chicken and noodle soup in the pot, pretty good stuff. You want some?"

Grondy crawls back in to Gimli's fine establishment. His clothes are all tattered and torn and his face looks like he done been whupped by the ugly stick. "Oh woe is me," he says as he inches his way across the floor, "the windmills won again," and sings:

"Where have all my pretty clothes gone
Long time passin'
Where have all my pretty clothes gone
Long time ago
Where have all my pretty clothes gone
Gone to windmills every one
When will they ever learn
When will they eeevver learn."



He reaches the bar and hoists himself up onto a stool and queries, "Any o that thar chicken soup left?"

Star comes back into the bar looking dazed, her whip trailing behind her still and a thumping headache!! "Who is making all that racket??" she cries...MY poor head!!

Let me get this right ....you want to wear Gimli's unmentionables???

now you are scaring me...do you have any idea what dwarves keep in there?? their hygenie is very debatable

After a hopeless search for a pair of Gimli trousers, Tommie walks back into the bar. She sits herself down at the counter and orders a pint. "Hey, Gimli, you happen to know what Halo's doing with that lighter?"

Grondy, finishing up a large bowl of cook's wonderful chicken noodle soup grabs a spare broom handle and screws on a wicked looking spear point. Next he finds an empty spittoon which he dons as a helmet and says, "I'm of to tilt some windmills, anyone care to join me?" and proceeds out the door.

*gimli peeks out from under the bar....*

Windmills???? Lord I need to get some better sleep....

*he gets himself up and gets his extra tall stool for the bad..*

Think I'll try a bowl of that Chicken Noodle Soup...

Star downs her wine and smacks Gimli!

Get out there and tilt at those windmills!!! what are you man or mouse? dwarf or rodent??

perfectly good axe and he won't use it...sheesh!

I knew he wasn't a mouse!!!

Gimli...you da man!!!