Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 2, 2007 5:53:15 GMT -5
"I don't know why I bother with 'cading this door anyway ... cripes ... I should weld it shut. Sorry about your equipment, DJ ... swear ta God it wasn't me." She rummages beneath the bar for a length of chain. "No reason to use that door anyway, with the cellar entry nearly zed-proof ... Vito! You got a blowtorch in that bag of tricks of yours?"
She pours out the glass of scotch on the bar, now filled with splinters and plaster dust, and pours a fresh drink for Specialist.
"I think the lid stayed on the stew pot, I dunno if that's a good thing or a bad one ..."
Melody shakes he head, grabs a rag to begin washing down the bar. "Why did he think a priest would be in a bar anyway? Especially a place this raunchy ... unless he's a raunchy priest ..."
She pauses, gives Lachryma a slow look. "What did you say? Earlier? Sad music and ... what?"
She pours out the glass of scotch on the bar, now filled with splinters and plaster dust, and pours a fresh drink for Specialist.
"I think the lid stayed on the stew pot, I dunno if that's a good thing or a bad one ..."
Melody shakes he head, grabs a rag to begin washing down the bar. "Why did he think a priest would be in a bar anyway? Especially a place this raunchy ... unless he's a raunchy priest ..."
She pauses, gives Lachryma a slow look. "What did you say? Earlier? Sad music and ... what?"
