Spunky's Cafe (open to all)

[Night Stalker]

Happy Easter to all.

[Night Stalker]

Hope everyone had a good Easter.

[Merry Gentry]

Easter was different this year, for me anyway... not the usual, but it was nice!

*lounges about the Cafe, sipping chocolate raspberry coffee*

[Night Stalker]

Easter was different this year, for me anyway... not the usual, but it was nice!

*lounges about the Cafe, sipping chocolate raspberry coffee*

Glad to hear you had a nice Easter.

[Hardway01]

Takes his paper and sets his lap top at a table in the corner near the window. Makes a latte with a little caramel and sets back down sipping his coffee and surfing the news.

[Branwen]

*peers shamelessly over Hardway's shoulder*

Are you reading the story about the ancient shipwreck discovered near Rome or how Indonesian women still undergo teeth chiseling?

[Hardway01]

Looks up over his shoulder. Feel free to have a seat, points to the chair across from him. Actually neither but both sound rather interesting. Care to give me the abridged version. Takes a sip of coffee.

[Branwen]

Thank you.  The Greek ship story is rather more interesting.  It was found 3-4 kilometers inland, which shows just how much the coastline has dropped since it originally sailed.  It's supposed to be fairly large for a shipwreck of that era.

In Indonesia, women still undergo filing of their teeth to points to make themselves attractive.  It's no weirder than using lamb's placenta in your hair if you think about it.

What story caught your eye, Hardway?  Oh, and from that name may I infer you like Craps?

[Hardway01]

Actually lamb's placenta in your hair seems a bit strange to me. Not sure filing of the teeth would turn me on but you never know do you. That is wild that sea level has dropped off that much. Who says global warming is melting the ice caps. Well I suppose the land might have risen and the sea not actually have dropped.  Actually I was reading on the demise of Bin Laden. I was once a member of the intelligence community and find it all rather fascinating how after all this time they supposedly finally got him. I would have bet he was dead years ago.

[Branwen]

It's certainly the story of the week.  From your insider's perspective, I bet you are able to glean a lot more insight into what actually happened and why than the rest of us.  That's pretty keen.

So how's approval going?  I liked your Montana ranch answer to the wishes question.

[Hardway01]

I am having a good time. I haven't done any creative writing for the enjoyment of it in a long time. Just ready to dive in know what I mean? Thanks I appreciate that. I think I might go with something of that nature if I get approved to start out. I can really wrap my mind around it because it does seem wonderful to me. I am a fan of the lifestyles that are less complex due to externals. I feel it allows me to concentrate more on the emotional and psychological aspects of the people involved.

[ISwamTheStyx]

I walk in, my blonde hair slicked back, but slightly messy, my blonde/orange beard neatly trimmed. I'm wearing a Lamb Of god tee shirt and a pair of slightly faded black jeans, two wallet chains dangle on my right hip, jingling slightly as i shuffle in, order a large coffee, and slump in a chair, brushing back loose strands of hair before i open a thick, leatherbound book and start to read, occasionally glancing up at the other people around.

[Night Stalker]

Returns to the back area of the Cafe, cleans up and restocks them before taking out a fresh batch of baked goodies for all to enjoy.

[Night Stalker]

Relaxes in his booth with a book and coffee.

[Sasha]

Sasha enters the cafe after a day of shopping and looking for a nice place to just sit , relax and enjoy a cup of java and maybe some delightful conversation .  Finding a nice table ....the woman orders a cup of coffee and a few cookies . Looking about to see who all else has managed to wonder in . 

[Night Stalker]

Returns to the back area of the cafe, restocks shelves and takes out some more baked items along with freshly brewing coffee, hot tea and other assorted drinks setting them down on the counter before taking his own lukewarm coffee over to his booth to relax in.

[Sasha]

Sasha looks up from the paper she has managed to gather , looking over as the handsome man seems to be putting out some fresh baked pastries ...the fresh brew of coffee filled the room . " ummmm hazelnut , do so love that smell . " nodding her head as she finished the last cup and was being poured a little more to re freshen the cup . Seemed the cafe had a diligent worker on board and quite handsome to . Smiling at the man as he took his seat in a booth just across the way . " Lovely day ...little hot , little rain ...don't seem to quite make up what it wants to do outside . Decided to dip in here till it makes up it's mind anyways . How is your day going ?"   pushing the paper to the side since this conversation seemed to be a better way to occupy the time .

[Night Stalker]

Having felt he was being watched, head turned at the lovely voice to smile into her eyes.
"The weather is quite dull of late, joys of winter I suppose and day is going along well.  Do hope the same can be said for yours?"

[Sasha]

Sasha leaned forward .... " ummm indeed fickle weather ....fickle muse ..."  as she let out a sigh and picked up the fresh cup of coffee and sipped it . Thinking over the question a bit more .... " My day has been interesting none the less one of them whirlwinds of activity that keep you hoping and moving till you just rather have no more of it . "  reaching for the sugar container as she dropped a couple teaspoons in it wanting something a bit sweeter in her drink this time , maybe a dash of cream as well . Bringing the coffee up to a nice chocolate brown color as the hazelnut aroma rolled up off the cup . " So any plans for this evening ?  "

[cartun]

A slightly pale, average looking man steps into the Cafe, a hard guitar case firmly gripped in his right hand. His hazel-greenish eyes peer at Sasha, Night Stalker and the others as the light above sheds upon his Red and Black leather biker jacket. The man locks his gaze upon the stage which has a microphone stand and an amplifier shoved to the corner. He slowly proceeds to glance over his shoulder at the patrons, revealing his trimmed face stubble, escorted with his fairly well shaped sideburns.

As the musician steps up to the stage, you hear his thick, rough boots make soft thud noises on the wooden flooring. He would open the case in a swift hand move, a soft click fills in the air. He picks his most favorite, nearly worn out Fender Custom Stratocaster. Strapping it over his shoulder, he inserts the jack cable that extends all the way from the rugged amplifier in the corner.

The pale man tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, pulling a few strings and chords as he begins to tune the guitar, keeping an awfully calm mood as he does so...or perhaps not even showing how he feels. You see him wrinkle his Italian looking, slyly fat nose for a second while his squared jaw shows out the contours like a painting beneath the spotlight. He would pull the microphone down near his dried lips as a slight groan escapes, followed by him clearing his throat in a polite sense. Turns the microphone on with his freehand after he finishes tuning.

You hear his deep, perhaps slightly troubled voice hit the mic, filling in the cafe. "Evening everyone..." he would say with a furrowed eyebrow, narrowing his eyes as the intense light catches his eyes...

[Night Stalker]

Sasha leaned forward .... " ummm indeed fickle weather ....fickle muse ..."  as she let out a sigh and picked up the fresh cup of coffee and sipped it . Thinking over the question a bit more .... " My day has been interesting none the less one of them whirlwinds of activity that keep you hoping and moving till you just rather have no more of it . "  reaching for the sugar container as she dropped a couple teaspoons in it wanting something a bit sweeter in her drink this time , maybe a dash of cream as well . Bringing the coffee up to a nice chocolate brown color as the hazelnut aroma rolled up off the cup . " So any plans for this evening ?  "

Sorry to hear both weather and muse have sort of taken a holiday on you. 
Busy days can be good at times.
Early afternoon for me right now and nothing until I go to see doctor later.  Hopefully will have found something to help relax you.

[Night Stalker]

A slightly pale, average looking man steps into the Cafe, a hard guitar case firmly gripped in his right hand. His hazel-greenish eyes peer at Sasha, Night Stalker and the others as the light above sheds upon his Red and Black leather biker jacket. The man locks his gaze upon the stage which has a microphone stand and an amplifier shoved to the corner. He slowly proceeds to glance over his shoulder at the patrons, revealing his trimmed face stubble, escorted with his fairly well shaped sideburns.

As the musician steps up to the stage, you hear his thick, rough boots make soft thud noises on the wooden flooring. He would open the case in a swift hand move, a soft click fills in the air. He picks his most favorite, nearly worn out Fender Custom Stratocaster. Strapping it over his shoulder, he inserts the jack cable that extends all the way from the rugged amplifier in the corner.

The pale man tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, pulling a few strings and chords as he begins to tune the guitar, keeping an awfully calm mood as he does so...or perhaps not even showing how he feels. You see him wrinkle his Italian looking, slyly fat nose for a second while his squared jaw shows out the contours like a painting beneath the spotlight. He would pull the microphone down near his dried lips as a slight groan escapes, followed by him clearing his throat in a polite sense. Turns the microphone on with his freehand after he finishes tuning.

You hear his deep, perhaps slightly troubled voice hit the mic, filling in the cafe. "Evening everyone..." he would say with a furrowed eyebrow, narrowing his eyes as the intense light catches his eyes...

Howdy and Welcome to both E and the Cafe.
Self service can always work around here.

[Sasha]

Sasha smiled at Night Stalker ..." Indeed busy days can be quiet interesting . "  going back to her paper when the door opened up and a man with a guitar entered . Well now ...this was interesting , watching as he moved to the small stage . Seemingly he was about to play something or other ...as his opening line come across the mic - the simple " Evening everyone ..." seemed to echo in the room . Was very difficult not to keep your attention on the man ...as she sipped her coffee and forgot about the paper she was about to read . 

Talking to whomever wished to listen ... " Well now entertainment this is a welcomed sight . "  crossing one leg over the other as her foot did a small roll . Looking back over at Night Stalker ...indeed the man had done wonders to the place since she last visited . Returning her attention to the stage as it was not quite clear yet what the man was about to do ...sing , comedy act ....the suspense was wonderful .

[cartun]

As the man slowly breathed into the mic, there was a brief feedback in the speakers surrounding the room. His narrowed gaze trails everyone in his sight, mainly locked upon Sasha and Night-Strike for longer than a few seconds, still keeping his calm mood up and running. The pale musician turns his attention back to the crowd, speaking in his regular deep voice that echoes through the walls. "It looks like we are having a...lovely evening here tonight." said softly, canting his head to the side as a short strand of hair wiggles right above his forehead. Followed by a slight, yet playful sigh; "This song was written by a Canadian poet...named Leonard Cohen." He plucks a few strings as you hear the G and Em chords softly chanting through the amplifier, with a soft reverb effect.

He tilted his head down with closed eyes, a very sly grin curling up while he spoke out again. "I'm not much of a religious man, but that doesn't mean I don' have a taste in music." cocked his head forth, the playful look on his face revealing it self now. "The song's name is Hallelujah...Mostly known for Jeff Buckley's representation." said it in a 'as a matter of fact' way.

He plucked a few strings once again as he began playing an improvised intro, accompanied by a soft reverb effect...

[Sasha]

Sasha continued to smile as the man on the stage seemed to continue with his intro to the song he was about to play . Shifting a bit with regards to the title of the song as she was indeed hoping this was not one to be making fun of anything type song . As she did indeed believe in God and was not quite sure about the references being used . Still she was polite and sipped her coffee finding the man on the stage interesting .  A glance over at the Night Stalker as the music began to fill the air .

" Well he does play rather nicely ....do have to give him credit for that ....lovely find really . " settling in as the break from the shopping adventure and the day seemed to be going better than expected. She might have to rest her feet at Spunky's Cafe more often . Sipping her coffee as she awaited for the new artist to finish so she might applaud . That was the proper thing to do anyways ...least she thought so .