Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 4, 2007 21:28:22 GMT -5
Leon's jaw drops and he nods, making a feeble attempt at "uh-huh" with an uncooperative tongue.
Staring at her, he pours mescal all over the bar as he stares straight past Lachryma at Melody's face, then stands slightly to get a view of her legs. He turns his head to the bottle and swears, looking for a towel to wipe it up with. In his attempt to turn appromately 720 degrees and walk god-knows where, he knocks over a barstool and apologizes to it. He stops himself cold, looks at what he's done, then stands the stool back up and takes the towel that ValJohn, the bartender gives him, cleaning up his mess, drying the bottom of a shot glass and sliding it over to Melody.
Once more self-possessed, or at least possessed, he walks past Lachryma to Melody and takes a seat.
"Where-?...Wow..."
He tries to pour himself a shot. After failing several times, he draws deep on the bottle.
Staring at her, he pours mescal all over the bar as he stares straight past Lachryma at Melody's face, then stands slightly to get a view of her legs. He turns his head to the bottle and swears, looking for a towel to wipe it up with. In his attempt to turn appromately 720 degrees and walk god-knows where, he knocks over a barstool and apologizes to it. He stops himself cold, looks at what he's done, then stands the stool back up and takes the towel that ValJohn, the bartender gives him, cleaning up his mess, drying the bottom of a shot glass and sliding it over to Melody.
Once more self-possessed, or at least possessed, he walks past Lachryma to Melody and takes a seat.
"Where-?...Wow..."
He tries to pour himself a shot. After failing several times, he draws deep on the bottle.
