>The Smoking Room< The Second Storey

[Herr Döktor]

Well, here we are, hot and cold running maids and big footed footmen, welcome to the new improved Smoking Room!

[M. H. Pennypecker]

Ok page 100 came after 2475 posts so all I have to do is wait and keep track.

{ I will be at the top of page 100 of this club! Oh yes, as God is my witness I will be the top of page 100! }

"While I am waiting Bartender whisky, make it a double!"

{two down 2473 to go…}

“Give me some bar nuts too please.”

[Professor Oilcan]

Why my Dear Herr Doktor here is the key for you. May this hallowed place be forever grateful to your good self!

[dweorg]

Hm...  A pipe of black Cavendish or a Macanudo Robust to start the ambience

[Professor Oilcan]

I must say the Whisky in here is far better than downstairs! Pass me one of those Cuban Cigars my dear chap

[Rockula]

And about time too. Now we can have a balcony veranda.

[Professor Oilcan]

And about time too. Now we can have a balcony veranda.

Indeed, just to the right! you will find the dancing girls there waiting for you

[James Harrison]

I see we've levelled up, in gaming parlance.  Superb.  Now, I think I'll open my tab up here with a glass of Pimm's #1 cup.  Never quite got around to settling my tab at the old clubhouse before we closed it down, so I'll just clear the bill here.

[The Squire]

Oh, my aching head and stomach! Please may I have a bicarbonate of soda and something with acetyl salicylic acid in it.

And perhaps a small snifter of Courvoisier to wash it down. . . .

[Jupiter Harsh]

*Plummets on to the balcony from untold hights, stands up, extracts a rather battered hip flask and mutters something aboutit breaking his fall, turns to the barman:*
"Hallu. Guinnes?"

"gooood"

*Streaches out on the balustrade and accidentaly squashes a cat*

[Xenos]

And about time too. Now we can have a balcony veranda.

Indeed, just to the right! you will find the dancing girls there waiting for you

Where?  Who?  What do they look like?  Er... I mean...  Shocking, simply shocking!

[The Corsair]

Am I the only one thinking a beer tasting bar is necessary? How can we truly appreciate our hops without a proper place to enjoy them?

[TVC15]

Allo, gents! Is the hookah upstairs or down. I forget rather easily and the absinthe is making my mind wander to the that feisty red haired dancer over there. I say, is that Nicola over there? *side steps into the nearest wall*

[Ella, Aerial Musketeer]

o fantastic yet another place in not allowed to go.........
lets see what i can do to make this a bit more lively

*puts tacks on seats* *waters down some of the absinthe*

*hides to see the madness and mayhem that will shortly ensure*

[BB BlackDog]

Greeting's Gentlemen.
Fine new extension to facilities, Now wheres the Malt Collection

[Professor Oilcan]

And about time too. Now we can have a balcony veranda.

Indeed, just to the right! you will find the dancing girls there waiting for you

Where?  Who?  What do they look like?  Er... I mean...  Shocking, simply shocking!

Just over there through the Blue door. Enjoy.

Greeting's Gentlemen.
Fine new extension to facilities, Now wheres the Malt Collection

I've drunk half of it but more is on its way, in the meantime pull up one of the high backed chairs and join me with this rather nice bottle of 1869 malt.

[The Corsair]

Ow, lord, what the hell? I've got a damned tack in my arse!

[Professor Oilcan]

Don't make a fuss Dear chap have a stiff drink and relax!

[Wormster]

Brushes errant tacks off a chair, "Did Somebody mention an 1869 Malt?? - Don't mind if I do!!" - "Oh by the way I have some fine meat pies here, anybody else care for one?, there is mustard!"

[Professor Oilcan]

Brushes errant tacks off a chair, "Did Somebody mention an 1869 Malt?? - Don't mind if I do!!" - "Oh by the way I have some fine meat pies here, anybody else care for one?, there is mustard!"

My dear Sir what a welcome sight, and yes proper English mustard I hope not that foreign week kneed stuff! May I partake a pie?

[Wormster]

Why thank you, Of course its English Mustard old chap! - be my guest dive on in!

[The Corsair]

Hmm, stiff whiskey... *takes his drink and gets up* bloody pin in my arse...

[TVC15]

*puts tacks on seats* *waters down some of the absinthe*

I'm not paying any tax on this seat even if that is a wonderful louche. *hick*

[Ella, Aerial Musketeer]

*attempts to steal pie*
*misses*
*pie roles under chair*
*knocks a lamp over*

[Wormster]

My good chap let me help you to a seat, here have THIS pie it has less dust on it than that one you left under the table, that's only good for Stainless Steel Rats by now!