Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 23:31:00 GMT -5
Leon turns away from the bartender he's been holding a whispery conversation with and gestures at the two shots sitting on the bar a few feet from him.
"Gonna hafta get 'em yerself, honey. Despite my short skirt, I am no waitress. Specialist, you can keep us under the table if they ever get through those cades in numbers too great to stave off. I'd rather go from alcohol poisoning than need a friend to hold my guts as we flee! Hah!"
He looks toward Melody, who is apparently asleep, and grins to himself as he thinks of ways to capitalize on that. He turns back to the bartender, the two exchanging things with subdued motions of their hands as they glance at anyone else around to see who's watching.
"Gonna hafta get 'em yerself, honey. Despite my short skirt, I am no waitress. Specialist, you can keep us under the table if they ever get through those cades in numbers too great to stave off. I'd rather go from alcohol poisoning than need a friend to hold my guts as we flee! Hah!"
He looks toward Melody, who is apparently asleep, and grins to himself as he thinks of ways to capitalize on that. He turns back to the bartender, the two exchanging things with subdued motions of their hands as they glance at anyone else around to see who's watching.
