Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 7, 2007 1:47:28 GMT -5
"Um ... that's nice, Zhivago. It sorta adds a bit a' class to the place. You sure you wanna leave it there?" Chuckling, she hands her the ever-present barricading hammer and nails.
She turns to Murray- "You just had the bad luck to come in when they were comparing gun size, hon. You know how bad guys are about that sorta thing. Yeah, there's beds, and the doors lock, too. Take the first one on the right, top of the stairs."
Melody rummages beneath the bar, hands him a room key attatched to a yellow rubber duck. "Don't run off with the key, man, or the duck will self-destruct." She gives him a smile. "If it's a good night, there might be enough water to clean up. If you do it before we get to the dishes."
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She turns to Murray- "You just had the bad luck to come in when they were comparing gun size, hon. You know how bad guys are about that sorta thing. Yeah, there's beds, and the doors lock, too. Take the first one on the right, top of the stairs."
Melody rummages beneath the bar, hands him a room key attatched to a yellow rubber duck. "Don't run off with the key, man, or the duck will self-destruct." She gives him a smile. "If it's a good night, there might be enough water to clean up. If you do it before we get to the dishes."
(check PMs Lach!)
