Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 9:43:27 PM)
(This user has entered [Treme} Bullets {Inner City Jazz Club}) (IP = 74.183.172.151)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 9:46:09 PM)
(This user has entered [Treme} Bullets {Inner City Jazz Club}) (IP = 118.210.221.191)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 9:46:42 PM)
(lol i almost jumped to yours)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 9:46:52 PM)
*Maggie walked into the Bar through one of the open to the street wall sections that allowed the music to flow out into the street. She is wearing a colorful corset dress and a pair of black and peach striped stockings, no shoes to be found. She has her short dark hair pinned up in a set of knotted pigtails and after weaving through the crowed she centered in on the bar and gave the bartender a short whistle while, and a wink*

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 9:46:54 PM)
(LOL)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 9:48:55 PM)
*The closer it got to the weekend, the more he expected bars and clubs like this to come alive. In truth, he had noticed that the city never really stopped drinking, singging or partying. Even in the middle of the week places like this turned a roaring trade which might go some way to explaining why the owners all lived on the river front with their own boats. He made his way through the crowd, finding a spot he could look over the ocean of churning people and see anyone he found familar before he decided to settle in... And he did see one face he knew*

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 9:52:13 PM)
*Slipping bewteen people, softly excusing himself as he nudged bewteen them, he made his way to the bar proper and leant against it. With a beckoning gesture and a smile he summoned the bark keeper, speaking just over the din of the music to get two drinks. Leaving a sum of money that he didn't bother to count on the bar top he made his way over to Maggie, holding the drinks aloft to keep them from being spilt. Setting one down in front of you, he smiles cheekily at you* The Barman said he didn't have any chicken feed, so I got you a drink instead.

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 9:53:04 PM)
*Luckly your walk was only about twelve blocks from the banks of either the Pontatraine (sp) Lake, or the MIssissippi because the Treme was in the middle of New Orleans. It was north of the French Quarter, and souther of LakeView. It was 95 % african american and filled with very very old houses packed together and it rather poor shape. there isn't much money in this neighborhood, but its known for its musical history, and Bullets is a bar that belongs to the now famous trumpet player Kermit Ruffins*

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 9:55:11 PM)
*Bullets was one of the few things that drew outside money to the neighborhood, but even still... the people that came here were not tourists, but mainly locals and music know alls. Maggie turned to Mike ans stuck her tounge out at him*

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 9:55:25 PM)
You sayin I look like a chicken or something?

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 9:55:41 PM)
*Yeah, I bet he's just scrapping by, the poor guy... BullshitBullshit... * I spent a whole night calling you a chicken, remember?

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 9:55:59 PM)
Geeze, tell me I am not that forgettable!

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 9:56:49 PM)
OH, your the guy that wanted to run off with my fiddle *she smirked, teasing you* YEah well I don't have her tonight, so I'm in luck *and she was drunk, or on her way already* Thanks for the drink, but I've still got one *she held it up*

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 9:57:18 PM)
*Smacks your hand with the drink in it*

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 9:58:38 PM)
*When it gets knocked out of her hand it spashed her, bounced on the bar and splashed a large African American dude in a nice sports polo, whom turned after shouting* What the Fuck?

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 9:59:02 PM)
*Maggie held her hands up and pointed to You*

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 9:59:04 PM)
*Shrugs, pointing at Maggie* Don't look at me

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 9:59:17 PM)
(Ha Ha Loony Toons)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 9:59:23 PM)
(He he he)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 9:59:31 PM)
*Holds up his drink* I still got mine...

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 10:01:16 PM)
*Maggie got off her stool and slipped away, not making eye contact with the guy, but she gave you a cold pissed off look as she past you. The African American dude glared at her like he was ready to smack her while she walked off then he looked at you and said* You better fucking get up and move also, or I'll wipe the bar with your face.

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 10:02:24 PM)
Oh, you wanna take this outside?!!?..... Cos I don't... *Slips away as well*

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 10:05:24 PM)
( Oh my Fucking God I all most peed I laoughed so hard watch this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLSpj7q6_mM&NR=1 )

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 10:05:31 PM)
( I dont know if it was real or not)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 10:06:05 PM)
(Already turned it off ;) )

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 10:06:22 PM)
( boooo)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 10:06:40 PM)
(As soon as they said: "She's a sexy Assassin" *Click*)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 10:06:59 PM)
(its suposed to be sarcastic)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 10:07:18 PM)
(It's a fail)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 10:07:21 PM)
( ;) )

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 10:07:42 PM)
(Haha well the song rocks either way)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 25, 2011 10:08:09 PM)
(This user has moved to OOC Room) (IP = 118.210.221.191)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 25, 2011 10:12:20 PM)
(This user has moved to OOC Room) (IP = 74.183.172.151)