Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 11, 2007 2:50:08 GMT -5
"Oh hell, its going to be one of those nights, huh?"
Melody stashes the bottle she's been pouring from under the bar, and pulls out her own shortened shotgun and box of rounds. She plants a hand on the bar, hops up and over its wooden surface.
"Fine as frog hair, Murray, got your back ... Zhivago, you okay?"
Melody stashes the bottle she's been pouring from under the bar, and pulls out her own shortened shotgun and box of rounds. She plants a hand on the bar, hops up and over its wooden surface.
"Fine as frog hair, Murray, got your back ... Zhivago, you okay?"
