exiled

By grasshopper6

Take your seats....

...the quiz is about to start.

I am met by Louie and the bear at the door, as I hurriedly tumble out of the taxi.  Sloppy kisses follow while I wink and ask Louie for a song.  He promptly obliges with a selection of Elvis after which he bows while the whole pub claps on their feet.  

The Locum Pussies are there.  So are the Squirrels, The Old Farts, Das Boots, the Quizzical stares and  Dexter's team.  The pub is full again, with some teams standing up, despite the biggest table being only occupied by A in his usual spot.  The whole pub knows better than to disturb A or asking him to re-arrange any of his carefully positioned belongings on "his table"...  A. used to be a member of our team back in the days when he still managed "some" social interaction, but a spat with Slim Shady over a very very fine point put an end to his quizzing career....  

K and M have been joined by two of their school cronies briefly visiting town, Ian and Spud, so the quiz is punctuated by all sorts of anecdotes involving their youthful years.  No mention, though, of M gatecrashing Spud's wedding, after  being banned from it....

We do fairly well on the quiz, although the Superman round is particularly damaging and clinches a roomy victory for the Dexters who are DC enthusiasts.  We are the bridesmaids again, despite K's firm conviction that the universe owed us a win...

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