Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 08:23:51 -0700 (MST)
Subject: Fallen Idol a la Gobble Gobble (contains Spoilers)

Fallen Idol a la Gobble Gobble

A Forever Knight story based in Peoria
No, i'm kidding, i meant based on the lyrics to all 2 Hootie and the Blowfish
 tunes.
No, i lied, i meant based atop Paul Anka's cranium.
No, that's not true, i mean all bases are loaded and so am i.
No, no, i mean...
1996 by e.m.hall

We wrote in our Spoiler for Fallen Idol:

>Wait, [Joey] could get in [The Raven]? Someone that young? Don't tell me
>tonight was conveniently Teen Night. (First we get "Strip Night", now "Teen
>Night", coming up: "Senior Citizen Night", "Displaced Scotsman Night", "Morons
>Anonymous Night", "Poultry Night", "Meatloaf Night", "Brussel Sprout Night"...

This following informational program is dedicated to Jamie MR, Amy (AKR), and
Jackie who made the mistake of passing along some very kind and encouraging
words (thank you, guys).



   Nat and Nick sat together, in a quiet corner, smiling at each other
over the flickering candlelight, their hands clasped, their expressions
dreamy.

   "I'm glad you knew about this place. It's wonderful," Nat sighed as a
tall man with a handlebar moustache and candy-cane striped shirt strolled
by, his accordion singing, "Oh, thees iz the niiiight eet's a beeooootifool
niiiight..." "It's just heavenly..." she continued.

   "Yeah," Nick sighed in return. "Puts me in the mood for..." he looked
meaningfully into her large, liquidy-shimmering eyes, "spaghetti." He kissed her
once, lightly, delighting in her strawberry scent.

   Her lids fluttered, her mind swooned. "Oh, me too, Nick. Let's order." She
waved graceful, creamy-white hand as if she were testing the waters of their
love. "Oh, garcon...!"

    The chef grunted as he pushed through the swinging doors, the flesh hanging
from his upper arms slapping against his sides. He wiped his hairy palms on an
already greasy apron and pulled out a pad of paper from his pants. "Vas-y!"
Miklos was bumped to another table, his accordion honking indignantly.

   "What'll it be, kids? Let's go, I have anchovies burning on the skillet."

   Nick stroked Natalie smooth hands. "What would you like darling?"

   She nibbled on his knuckles. "Whatever you'd like, sweetie."

   The chef sighed in a unromantic spirit, his pencil nub tapping the order
pad.

   "What would you recommend, my good man?" Nick crawled under the table,
slipped off Natalie's shoes, and began licking her toes.

   "Well," LaCroix scratched his crotch thoughfully, with Natalie's squeals of
delight threatening to drown out Nick's furious moans in the background. "It's
Meatloaf Tonight at the Raven so I'd suggest a meatloaf. We got two kinds -
ketchup braised or salsa dipped. Which one you want?"

   Nick and Natalie had begun rolling across the sawdust-covered floor, by this
time, modestly draped in checkered tablecloth.

  "One thick salsa loaf to go, gotcha." LaCroix ticked off the choice on the
order and waddled back into the kitchen.

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Scenes from next time on "Things We Don't Want To Read From erica and Bianca":

  Javier, Spanish God of Toronto, stepped down from his marble throne against a
Fantasia sunset, his two blonde and lithe handmaids following close behind. He
reclined upon a daybed nestled in the shade of two olive trees, langurously
wiggling his lazy toes. Tracy dipped a hand between the snowy hills of her
carefully-draped breasts, dropping between them the small head of a vegetable
and leant toward her Lord, offering him his supper.

  "Dang! Brussel sprouts again?!" He grabbed the feathered fan Urs had been
swaying before his chizzled face and threw it down in divine fury. "LaCroix!
Where is that cook...?"


Cousins erica and Bianca Hall
All I have is what I might have been... - Gavin Friday
How can you trust someone who bleeds for seven days and doesn't die? - BGW