Thread: JTM's Pub Crawl (3/9/10)

JTM drives his bike into College Hill to get away from the craziness living with him in the Pit now. He remembers that many people told him to check this place out, so he pulls his bike in the parking lot.

Finally!!! Salvation and no stupid Caitiffs.

He gets off his bike walking into the establishment smelling the beer and hot wings. He steps onto the court fully expecting a basketball to be flying his way. He looks over to the right seeing a bar with a big screen TV.

Now this is my kinda place. I could get used to this.

He walks over to one of the empty stools, sitting down on it. He flops down a $100 on the bar counter.

“Bartender, give me a beer.”

The bartender brings him his drink. He looks at the glass of green beer placed in front of him. He wonders what the fuck they did to his beer. He picks it up, inspecting it, before taking a sip.

What the hell did they do this? The flavor’s off. Well beggars can’t be choosers. Besides I don’t really want to go home just yet.

He looks around the place admiring the massive amounts of TV’s here showing the MSU Magpies playing. He finishes off his beer, motioning for the bartender to return pointing to his empty glass..

“Bartender, give me another.”

The game goes to commercial. He watches the patrons here start looking away from the TV. The sound of “Peanuts!!! Peanuts here!!! Warm roasted Peanuts!!!“ An employee flinging a peanut bag past him to a patron who catches it. Another one and another till it’s his turn. He picks up his beer watching the bag come flying at him, hitting him in the head, then the bag drops into his hand.

What the fuck is this shit?

He keeps drinking his beer not skipping a beat. He slams the peanut bag on the bar counter. He looks up at the employee somewhat smiling. He finishes off this beer noting that his lips are green now. He surveys the menu looking over at the bartender.

“Bartender, hit me with a Spitball this time will ya. Chuck in some wings too.”

The bartender gets his order for him, as the game comes back from commercial. He doesn’t make eye contact with anyone, just scoping the place out, finding the EXITS and security measures here. His order is delivered to him. He samples the hot wings, a little spicy for his taste. He decides to wash it down with the Spitball. The rich thicker flavor hits him quickly. His stomach starts not liking this combo of food and alcohol for some reason. He finishes both the wings and alcohol off, then motions the bartender over.

“Thanks for the good food and alcohol, man. Keep the rest of the $100 as your tip.”

The bartender smiles as JTM starts walking out of the bar. He clutches his belly hoping the bad stomach pains he has will subside. He walks around the establishment a bit hoping to walk it off. He staggers down the alleyway a bit, then goes back over to his bike, getting on it heading north a little ways. He drives North hoping this ride will setlle the queasiness, but it slams him hard as he’s driving. He drives about a couple miles and the pain is unbearable, the bike starts wobbling a bit. He starts slowing down as he loses control of it, skidding across the road, bike one way, JTM the other. He gets up dusting him self off, finding a dumpster near by and throwing up in it, getting it all out of his system.

There, that’s much better.

He goes over to his bike who has seen better nights and picks it up scooting it to a sidewalk nearby to inspect the collateral damage.

Seems to be fine. Let’s keep moving.

He walks a bit rolling the bike down the sidewalk coming to a beautiful massive house with a For Sale sign on it.

http://www.eplans.com/image-gallery.hwx/Q/Plan.HWEPL57027/ImageId.823663

“Sweet!!!! This place is perfect!!! Barbie will be so proud of me when I show her this.”

He goes over there and takes the For Sale sign, hopping on his bike heading home immediately to make some calls.