Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 2, 2007 7:25:48 GMT -5
Mel shakes herself out of her reverie, to glance with surprise at the small crowd seeking refuge in the dingy bar.
"Man, you nod off for a minute and they start a party without you ..."
She polishes off her beer and stands, stretching and yawning her way to the bar. Picking a stool at the end furthest from the dancer, she pulls a battered pack of smokes from her back jeans pocket and peers into it with a sigh.
She gives the bartender a hopeful look. "I don't s'pose anybody's traded for a pack of smokes, have they? Any kind?" At the negative shake of his head, she fishes a bent ciggy from the pack, and sighs at the two remaining.
"Down to two. It's gonna be a long apocalypse..."
Her lighter flicks in the gloom, and she closes her eyes, inhaling slowly, deeply. A long pause, and a cloud of almost-stale smoke passes her lips, along with a deep sigh of contentment.
"Guess no one's gonna complain about secondhand smoke killing them after a deader has sucked out their brains a couplea times, huh? See? It's all a matter of priorities..."
"Man, you nod off for a minute and they start a party without you ..."
She polishes off her beer and stands, stretching and yawning her way to the bar. Picking a stool at the end furthest from the dancer, she pulls a battered pack of smokes from her back jeans pocket and peers into it with a sigh.
She gives the bartender a hopeful look. "I don't s'pose anybody's traded for a pack of smokes, have they? Any kind?" At the negative shake of his head, she fishes a bent ciggy from the pack, and sighs at the two remaining.
"Down to two. It's gonna be a long apocalypse..."
Her lighter flicks in the gloom, and she closes her eyes, inhaling slowly, deeply. A long pause, and a cloud of almost-stale smoke passes her lips, along with a deep sigh of contentment.
"Guess no one's gonna complain about secondhand smoke killing them after a deader has sucked out their brains a couplea times, huh? See? It's all a matter of priorities..."
