Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 10, 2007 0:28:52 GMT -5
"As long as the ice holds out, man, as long as the ice holds out ... what flavor you want, green or red?"
Melody washes out the stainless steel pitcher, and replaces it on the motor. "You know, what fun is a quarantine without a daquiri party now and then, right? Plus, you know, they keep you from getting scurvy ... or something like that." She pops open a paper umbrella while the motor chugs and whines, chopping ice.
"So are you gonna get Turkenstein up and running? If someone'll show me how, I wouldn't pass up a chance to play, I guess." She bats her eyes, innocence oozing from every pore. "Do you play for money?"
Melody washes out the stainless steel pitcher, and replaces it on the motor. "You know, what fun is a quarantine without a daquiri party now and then, right? Plus, you know, they keep you from getting scurvy ... or something like that." She pops open a paper umbrella while the motor chugs and whines, chopping ice.
"So are you gonna get Turkenstein up and running? If someone'll show me how, I wouldn't pass up a chance to play, I guess." She bats her eyes, innocence oozing from every pore. "Do you play for money?"
