Posted by Yengeese Strumpet on August 07, 2000 at 08:57:42:
In Reply to: courtin' continues... posted by Red-Haired Lass on August 06, 2000 at 19:55:23:
: Well, it's been a sleepless weekend over at Bumppo's, due to a rather extra-rambunctious Huron Happy Hour and a sudden influx of new Huron customers. Seems last week's Intellectual Discussion Session followed by the cookout (still no sign of the English gent...) has gotten raves on the Huron grapevine. These particular guys are just dying to discuss Sun Tzu's "Art of War" with any and all comers at this week's session...it's also been sleepless for yours truly, due to the fact I've discovered my moonlight serenader is none other than Dweebie. Who might I ask taught the boy to play drums and squawl...I mean sing? I've tried all manner of beggin' and pleadin' and cajolin' to get him to stop, but he just says somethin' about bein' thrilled to see me in my nightdress...and then there he goes again. I'm afraid nothin' short of violence is goin' to convince the lad I'm not interested, but I really don't want to have to use the nice warclub my Huron Delivery Boy friend gave me. It's too pretty...and anyway, it would be a shame to knock the poor misguided lad silly just because he's love sick. Somebody help me, though...a Wench needs 'er sleep ye know. Cider-slingin' and bawdy songs isn't somethin' ye can do well when ye're dead on your feet...
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Oh dear, Red, yes.........we should have warned you about young Dweebie's tendency towards infatuation. Just send him over to the Yengeese Strumpets House of Hoo-Haa on the pretext of needing to borrow a cup of sugar or something. My dear cousin Eclair has nothing planned for the next night or two and I daresay she can keep him........um.........occupied for a while.
Oh by the way, I also seemed to have acquired two Hurons and a colonial that I think belong to you. They stumbled around here in a state of confusion for a while after last weeks Intellectual Discussion Session and I can't seem to get rid of them. It may have something to do with their perpetual state of inebriation, but they are becoming tiresome and are starting to make the place look untidy. Besides one of the Hurons took offence at the look of one of my customers on Saturday and took a tomahawk to his scalp.......Sherrif Twigg is starting to ask questions, albeit rather slowly, and with no relevance at all to the incident........but hey, you never know.
So how about an exchange? Walk over with young Dweebie tonight and we will distract him whilst you return with your three chaps. If you can stay a while I have some lovely scones and clotted cream just begging to be eaten.....
Miss Lucie Lastik (Yengeese Strumpet)