Post by Melody Arachne on Feb 16, 2007 16:35:05 GMT -5
From a shadowed booth at the back of the bar, a figure slowly approaches his table. The girl tilts her head, watching him sleep for a few moments before clearing her throat.
"Um ... hey, homeless guy? I don't think they like you sittin' on the tables, you know?"
She hooks a thumb back at the scowling bartender.
"Plus, like, extra uncomfortable. There's ah ... booths, along the wall if you wanna crash."
She gives him another appraising look. "Or you could have, y'know, a burger or somethin'. You look like you could use it."
"Um ... hey, homeless guy? I don't think they like you sittin' on the tables, you know?"
She hooks a thumb back at the scowling bartender.
"Plus, like, extra uncomfortable. There's ah ... booths, along the wall if you wanna crash."
She gives him another appraising look. "Or you could have, y'know, a burger or somethin'. You look like you could use it."
