Post by Lachryma on Mar 4, 2007 0:29:36 GMT -5
Lachryma waves as she goes up the stairs.
"Just a moment."
You hear the sound of crashing glass outside, then the stench of burning flesh fills the bar.
Lachryma comes back down the stairs without Priz's bottle.
"Is good use for vodka. And I is doing absolutely lovely," she says as she takes a seat.
"Just a moment."
You hear the sound of crashing glass outside, then the stench of burning flesh fills the bar.
Lachryma comes back down the stairs without Priz's bottle.
"Is good use for vodka. And I is doing absolutely lovely," she says as she takes a seat.