Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 25, 2007 10:49:00 GMT -5
"Now how in the heck are you gonna roast 'em when Spec is in tha middle of it?" Mel shakes her head, hopping off the relative safety of the bar. "Vito, if you keeep it secure up here, I'll go help in the basement."
She mutters to herself as she hefts the axe from beneath the bar. "I can't believe I just heard those words come outta my mouth." Grabbing a few irst aid kits, she lets herself down into the cellar. "Good distraction, DJ, just keep that up, and we'll be fine... hey, don't let them *bite* you ..."
She patches up the worst of Spec's wounds, and gives him a hand to climb back out of the pit o' death that the emergency exit has now become.
"Good to go, DJ, c'mon now, stop foolin' around."
"... DJ?"
She mutters to herself as she hefts the axe from beneath the bar. "I can't believe I just heard those words come outta my mouth." Grabbing a few irst aid kits, she lets herself down into the cellar. "Good distraction, DJ, just keep that up, and we'll be fine... hey, don't let them *bite* you ..."
She patches up the worst of Spec's wounds, and gives him a hand to climb back out of the pit o' death that the emergency exit has now become.
"Good to go, DJ, c'mon now, stop foolin' around."
"... DJ?"
