Zebra Mezzanine/Rooms [Anyone having the misfortune to be in the hallways near the stairs will, at some point, but subjected to what can only possibly be described as maniacal cackling as an absolute eyesore of a yellow checkered suit bursts out of Room 1.]
Ha! HAHAHA! Eat an endless stream of demonic bees, Stan! I LIVED, SUCKER!
The Main Salon Hey. Hey! You.
[Bill has situated himself behind the bar in the lounge. He’s got a few bottles and shakers out in front of him. Anyone who actually understands alcohol and mixing drinks knows that the beverages on display here should generally never be mixed at all, much less with each other.]
I’m gonna need to see some kind of ID there, buddy old pal chumsky. We can’t let just anyone waltz in here, there’s rules, you know?
Lounge EIGHT-BALL, STUPID POCKET!
[And that sound you’re hearing immediately afterwards is the sound of a pool ball hitting the doorframe next to your head as you enter the Lounge. The source is very obviously the loudly-dressed gentleman standing by the pool table, cue stick in hand.]
Awwww, SO SORRY, that was a total miss. My bad.
[Spoilers, he might not look that sorry.]
Wildcard [Otherwise, Bill is generally wandering the halls and exploring the small area available to everyone.]
Well hey there! Enjoying your stay so far in this lovely establishment?
no subject
[Anyone having the misfortune to be in the hallways near the stairs will, at some point, but subjected to what can only possibly be described as maniacal cackling as an absolute eyesore of a yellow checkered suit bursts out of Room 1.]
Ha! HAHAHA! Eat an endless stream of demonic bees, Stan! I LIVED, SUCKER!
The Main Salon
Hey. Hey! You.
[Bill has situated himself behind the bar in the lounge. He’s got a few bottles and shakers out in front of him. Anyone who actually understands alcohol and mixing drinks knows that the beverages on display here should generally never be mixed at all, much less with each other.]
I’m gonna need to see some kind of ID there, buddy old pal chumsky. We can’t let just anyone waltz in here, there’s rules, you know?
Lounge
EIGHT-BALL, STUPID POCKET!
[And that sound you’re hearing immediately afterwards is the sound of a pool ball hitting the doorframe next to your head as you enter the Lounge. The source is very obviously the loudly-dressed gentleman standing by the pool table, cue stick in hand.]
Awwww, SO SORRY, that was a total miss. My bad.
[Spoilers, he might not look that sorry.]
Wildcard
[Otherwise, Bill is generally wandering the halls and exploring the small area available to everyone.]
Well hey there! Enjoying your stay so far in this lovely establishment?