Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 8, 2007 14:49:56 GMT -5
"You all right down there, Spec? I think there's boxes of twinkies near the water heater ... those things never go bad."
Melody pours another shot of rum into the blender, and one into herself.
"Shoulda figured you'd be fine. I want my gun back." She jabs the button with one manuicured finger, raises her voice above the clatter of the ice being ground into slush. "And get that ... thing outta my room!"
She holds the lid on the chugging machine, and gestures pointedly at Leon with a fruit skewer. "I still might shoot you, so try to stand somewhere that the splatter will be easy to clean up."
Turning off the blender, she fills another glass with icy fruity smoothie goodness, and slides it down the bar to DJ.
Rum gurgles into her shot glass, then into the mix once more. Without looking, she thumps the shot down in front of Leon, muttering under her breath.
"Should know better ... I gotta find me a fireman."
Melody pours another shot of rum into the blender, and one into herself.
"Shoulda figured you'd be fine. I want my gun back." She jabs the button with one manuicured finger, raises her voice above the clatter of the ice being ground into slush. "And get that ... thing outta my room!"
She holds the lid on the chugging machine, and gestures pointedly at Leon with a fruit skewer. "I still might shoot you, so try to stand somewhere that the splatter will be easy to clean up."
Turning off the blender, she fills another glass with icy fruity smoothie goodness, and slides it down the bar to DJ.
Rum gurgles into her shot glass, then into the mix once more. Without looking, she thumps the shot down in front of Leon, muttering under her breath.
"Should know better ... I gotta find me a fireman."
