Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 5, 2007 23:03:03 GMT -5
Melody slings drinks as business picks up, occasionally stopping to take a drag off a thin cigarillo smoldering in the ashtray behind the bar, or to toss back a shot from her bottle of mescal.
Occasionally she can be heard to mutter to herself.
"Best hope nothin's messed up, up there ... breakin' windows ... how'n hell they think deaders get upstairs anyhow?"
She takes broom and dustpan to the broken glass on the floor, metally adding them to Krushchev's tab.
She smacks the bar to get Murray's attention. "Hey, dude ... you wanna crash here, you can grab an empty booth, or you can rent a spot upstairs. ValJohn does barter- just see me when you're ready ta head up." She glances over, to make sure she wasn't overheard by the busy barkeep, then extends a hand. "I'm Melody. You need a refill there?"
"And you guys get the trapdoor shut before somebody trips over it and busts their ass. Ain't no liability insurance in Malton, boys."
Occasionally she can be heard to mutter to herself.
"Best hope nothin's messed up, up there ... breakin' windows ... how'n hell they think deaders get upstairs anyhow?"
She takes broom and dustpan to the broken glass on the floor, metally adding them to Krushchev's tab.
She smacks the bar to get Murray's attention. "Hey, dude ... you wanna crash here, you can grab an empty booth, or you can rent a spot upstairs. ValJohn does barter- just see me when you're ready ta head up." She glances over, to make sure she wasn't overheard by the busy barkeep, then extends a hand. "I'm Melody. You need a refill there?"
"And you guys get the trapdoor shut before somebody trips over it and busts their ass. Ain't no liability insurance in Malton, boys."
