Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 28, 2007 19:16:52 GMT -5
Melody returns from the kitchen, tucking a key on a chain back into her "I Love Firemen" T shirt. She looks at the jukebox, shaking her head. "No freakin' respect for the classics ... "
She sets a large industrial-size can of peanuts on the bar, gives the fish eye to Lachryma.
"We got a tech guy working here, so hands off the equipment, toots. And while we're at it, you can return the freakin' chain you heisted from the zombie cage, too. You think this is some kinda communist state, you can just take whatever you want?"
She turns up the heat under the soup, stirs the pot and leans over to take a whiff. "Hey, that's starting to smell edible..."
"If you guys need shotgun shells, I found a few boxes in the back..." She loads the ever-ready sawed-off from under the bar, and replaces it on its hooks. ValJohn stumbles by, still woozily, and she watches him go with a shake of her head.
"You know, they say going dead can change a person ..."
She sets a large industrial-size can of peanuts on the bar, gives the fish eye to Lachryma.
"We got a tech guy working here, so hands off the equipment, toots. And while we're at it, you can return the freakin' chain you heisted from the zombie cage, too. You think this is some kinda communist state, you can just take whatever you want?"
She turns up the heat under the soup, stirs the pot and leans over to take a whiff. "Hey, that's starting to smell edible..."
"If you guys need shotgun shells, I found a few boxes in the back..." She loads the ever-ready sawed-off from under the bar, and replaces it on its hooks. ValJohn stumbles by, still woozily, and she watches him go with a shake of her head.
"You know, they say going dead can change a person ..."
