Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 23, 2007 7:26:15 GMT -5
Melody blinks at the contents of the case while a slow grin speads over her face.
"You know DJ, that's pretty freakin' smart."
She picks up one of the bottles from the floor, dusting it off with her sleeve. " Does scotch go well with soup? Maybe we shoulda added it to the soup." She spins the top off, takes a swig, and sets the bottle on the bar. "There, fortified. Pass me that bowl."
She gives ValJohn a glance as she eats. "Hmm. You ever notice they're slower to wake up if they're old? I can't cook worth a damn, or I'd chuck him out with the rest of 'em. Plus, he does have some contacts. We even get fresh food a few times a week. Of course, they'd still make the drop-offs ..." She gestures to the female zombie, improbably still shut up in her cage.
"Though who'd want one a' those that couldn't be revived, I have no clue."
"You know DJ, that's pretty freakin' smart."
She picks up one of the bottles from the floor, dusting it off with her sleeve. " Does scotch go well with soup? Maybe we shoulda added it to the soup." She spins the top off, takes a swig, and sets the bottle on the bar. "There, fortified. Pass me that bowl."
She gives ValJohn a glance as she eats. "Hmm. You ever notice they're slower to wake up if they're old? I can't cook worth a damn, or I'd chuck him out with the rest of 'em. Plus, he does have some contacts. We even get fresh food a few times a week. Of course, they'd still make the drop-offs ..." She gestures to the female zombie, improbably still shut up in her cage.
"Though who'd want one a' those that couldn't be revived, I have no clue."
