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  1. #1

    The AO Suicide Pool Winners Lounge

    Hi there. Nice to see you. I'm sorry ... I have to see your ID. Oh, too bad, not yet 21? Well there's a very nice party in our youth lounge in honour of the brilliant slicentice. Please feel free to join him for chips, cola, and popcorn. They'll be screening E.T., and later on a chaperoned dance.

    Thanks and have a pleasant evening.
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    Re: The AO Suicide Pool Winners Lounge

    Hello - yes you've reached the AO Suicide Pool Winners Lounge. What's that? Oh, I understand ... no that's a perfectly understandable question. Well, the fact is that if you've played the Suicide Pool and have truly lost, then you're dead and buried. On the other hand, if you've played the pool and despite not having beat the draw nevertheless continue to be a breathing being, you are in fact a winner. And this may well be the place for you, a place to celebrate life, its wonders, and the excitement that it offers to sentient creatures - of love, of passion, of laughter, of sharing, of joy, of communion, and of happiness.

    Yes, yes, of course. Well, thank you very much for your call, and have a pleasant evening.
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    Re: The AO Suicide Pool Winners Lounge

    *The Maestro paces off stage while the orchestra tunes, pondering how long it might take impressario kirkus to lock the doors to the Winner's Lounge*
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    Re: The AO Suicide Pool Winners Lounge

    The Serve

    The performance begins with a lighthearted rendition of Rossini's "An Italian Girl in Algiers", concluding to generous applause from the Lounge patrons.

    Suddenly, the doors burst open, drawing the attention of all in attendance. At the entranceway, silhouetted against the bright lobby light piercing the darkened interior, stand a most handsome couple. They advance, their movements manipulating the light in strobe-like manner. The doors close. A spotlight illuminates the glamorous pair as an audible intake of air gushes through the lounge. The Maestro turns and nervously acknowledges the fashionable twosome. The undulating whispers of the assembled throngs seem to coalesce: "Skan .. and Doll ... Doll ... Doll ... SkanCan .. and .. Skan .. Doll .. Can and .. SKANCAN AND DOLL"!!!!!

    SkanCan, tenderly caressing Doll's left hand with his own right, steps forward and raises his left arm. Silence ensues. His hand floats to his brow for a brief index-finger swipe, ricocheting to a sweeping gesture to the crowd. "My friends" he sveltly intones. He turns his gaze to the beauty at his arm, drinking deeply her shimmering eyes, her satin-like skin, her elegantly rounded cheekbones, crested with a magnificently tumbled mane.

    He nods to the podium. "Maestro ...... Please!" It was a statement, a declaration, not a request.

    He deftly guides his glass-slipered princess to their awaiting seats, a plush arrangement richly adorned with commissioned installation pieces.

    The Maestro turns to his charges, welcomes the hefty Measha Brueggergosman to the platform, and spurs the orchestra into the opening phrases of Richard Strauss' Four Last Songs.

    The Winners Lounge is transfixed. SkanCan's heart is led along by the poignant strains, and his right hand drifts slowly, meaningfully, to rest on Doll's shapely thigh.

    He frowns the recognizing frown of a man content to be fully absorbed in the transcendent expressions of art, but simultaneously consumed by the charm and charisma of his companion. He feigns full attention to the marvellous unfolding performance, but succumbs to furtive glances to his side, bedazzled by her magnetic attire.

    And what attire!


    *Awaits The Return from Doll*
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    Re: The AO Suicide Pool Winners Lounge

    What attire? This is the Winner's Lounge and only Gold appears here!

    In honor of Amelie, The Australian Open Queen, The Doll fashions herself with a goddess gown shimmering of pure golden delight, accented with only the finest of pearls. Only she could pull off an empire design with those lucious boobs and smooth vivacious hips that show the true intent of the gown's design. Amelie is as infatuated as SkanCan, lol.

    Under the table, SkanCan's tender hand begins to squeeze. It wanders to her inner thigh and she, with her beautiful rootbeer colored eyes, gently gestures to him her excitement. The room is heating up and it's time to dance!

    SkanCan couldn't wait for her suggestion to swirve and grind one more time. With a pat of his hand, he summoned the band to begin. He takes her tightly in his arms and the two begin the forbidden dance (oh lord, they're doing the tango) ... all eyes are upon them as they perform with such fire and uncontrolled passion, it caused the birth of another star. POWER AND PASSION IS HER NAME!!.

    Oh my, who will Amelie dance with? The whole room is waiting with unabashed curiousity, lol. Suddenly, Catz appears.



    To be continued ...


  6. #6

    Re: The AO Suicide Pool Winners Lounge

    Quote Originally Posted by PeterSkan
    The Serve

    The performance begins with a lighthearted rendition of Rossini's "An Italian Girl in Algiers", concluding to generous applause from the Lounge patrons.

    Suddenly, the doors burst open, drawing the attention of all in attendance. At the entranceway, silhouetted against the bright lobby light piercing the darkened interior, stand a most handsome couple. They advance, their movements manipulating the light in strobe-like manner. The doors close. A spotlight illuminates the glamorous pair as an audible intake of air gushes through the lounge. The Maestro turns and nervously acknowledges the fashionable twosome. The undulating whispers of the assembled throngs seem to coalesce: "Skan .. and Doll ... Doll ... Doll ... SkanCan .. and .. Skan .. Doll .. Can and .. SKANCAN AND DOLL"!!!!!

    SkanCan, tenderly caressing Doll's left hand with his own right, steps forward and raises his left arm. Silence ensues. His hand floats to his brow for a brief index-finger swipe, ricocheting to a sweeping gesture to the crowd. "My friends" he sveltly intones. He turns his gaze to the beauty at his arm, drinking deeply her shimmering eyes, her satin-like skin, her elegantly rounded cheekbones, crested with a magnificently tumbled mane.

    He nods to the podium. "Maestro ...... Please!" It was a statement, a declaration, not a request.

    He deftly guides his glass-slipered princess to their awaiting seats, a plush arrangement richly adorned with commissioned installation pieces.

    The Maestro turns to his charges, welcomes the hefty Measha Brueggergosman to the platform, and spurs the orchestra into the opening phrases of Richard Strauss' Four Last Songs.

    The Winners Lounge is transfixed. SkanCan's heart is led along by the poignant strains, and his right hand drifts slowly, meaningfully, to rest on Doll's shapely thigh.

    He frowns the recognizing frown of a man content to be fully absorbed in the transcendent expressions of art, but simultaneously consumed by the charm and charisma of his companion. He feigns full attention to the marvellous unfolding performance, but succumbs to furtive glances to his side, bedazzled by her magnetic attire.

    And what attire!


    *Awaits The Return from Doll*

    I love my SkanCan [smiley=kissing.gif]

  7. #7

    Re: The AO Suicide Pool Winners Lounge

    SkanCan,

    What about Roger's dance? This scenario is incomplete!

    If you need inspiration ...



    [smiley=gorgeous.gif]

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