Pickup Lines For Atlanteans

No-one is suggesting you read Pickup Lines For Insane Sorcerors. Goblin Pickup Lines...or Pickup Lines For Hobbits.

Especially not that last one.

____

“Hey, let’s go out for a drink. I know a place where the bartender makes a cocktail that’s like having a black pyramid dropped on your head.”

“I think the Eye of Ra is winking at me.”

“Atlantis was destroyed in a night and a day. I have a similar ambition.”

“I’ve got a coupon for three free nights at the Tower of Eternal Wisdom which, I happen to know, is dedicated to Poseidon and therefore has both a waterbed AND a hot tub.”

“We are the keepers of incredibly ancient knowledge few humans possess. I’ll trade you for some Scotch.”

“Can I interest you in spending some intimate time with the Pillars of Hercules?”

“Poseidon built Atlantis for the woman he loved. I’ll buy you a hamburger. It’s not a bad deal, comparatively.”

“Was your father a thief? Because he stole the orichalcum from the Great Vault and put it glittering in your hypnotic, weirdly-maroon eyes.”

“Hey, I’ve got access to that giant sonic generator used to lift the capstone. Have you ever made love seven hundred feet in the air? It’s a unique experience, especially for anyone below you.”

“If you’re into bondage, I just wanted to mention that I have an entire set of mummy wrappings in my storeroom.”

“Can I interest you in a bottle of octuple-purified potato vodka wrapped in wheat-straw and offered in sacrifice to Delos?”

“Have you ever done a shot off the belly of an Easter Island Moa?”

“This drink is one-third Gilgamesh, one-third Tiamat, and one-third blackstrap rum. If we’re not dating after we drink it, we need to dedicate our lives to the Chaos Gods.”

“Your eyes are like the Richat Structure: concentric rings of mystery pulling me in, and if I stare too long, I’ll end up convinced it’s Atlantis staring back.”
“Hey, wanna order nachos and then fly around irresponsibly making crop circles until we get farmers to worship us again?”
“This cocktail is called the Bermuda Triangle. You drink it, you disappear, nobody finds you again, and you don’t have to pay for it!”
“Make you a deal. You let me buy you a drink, I’ll open up the Ark of the Covenant.”
“How’s about you and I go out to the local megalith for some sacrifices and wild fertility rituals?”

“Are you a 108-foot tall statue intended for worship, or do you just have really great eyes?”

_____________

jeffmachwrites.com
patreon.com/thatjeffmach

Jeff Mach Written by:

Jeff Mach is an author, playwright, event creator, and certified Villain. He'd love for you to check out patreon.com/jeffmach for his favorite work (it's almost all free!) He's currently working on the Great Catskills Halloween Vendor Market and The Big Dark Lord Dwarf Novel. You can get his last novel, "I HATE YOUR Prophecy", or his increasingly large selection of other peculiar books of shortt fiction. If you'd like to talk more to Jeff, or if you're simply a Monstrous Creature yourself, stop by @darklordjournal on X or The Dark Lord Journal on Facebook.

Comments are closed.