Post by Melody Arachne on May 14, 2007 18:54:25 GMT -5
Melody takes the stairs down two at a time, sliding along the railing to make it over the gaping hole in the center.
"Get your grubby hands outta my basket, you scavenger! Sheesh!" She shoulders Spray Can to reach the table, lifting on her toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "What's the good word, homey? OOOH! Shiny!" She snatches the short shirt and holds it up in front of her, where it barely covers the tied-off dress shirt and bare midriff. "Does this look like it's for you? I think not. Watch my stuff, I gotta change..."
Grabbing a candy bar and her new shirt, she heads for the womens' room, giving a wave to Tovarisch. "Hola, comrade, the basement's fulla zombiefied animal life, so don't try the tunnel, right? Where the heck did I leave my chucks...?"
She emerges a few moments later, the new shirt doing wonders for her attributes. Hair up in messy pigtails, pink high-top tennis shoes replacing her normal combat boots, and a red short skirt complete the new outfit. She twirls once or twice before going back to the pile of goodies, plucking a shiny fireman's badge on a chain from the helmet and slipping it on over her neck.
"You say this stuff was on the doorstep, SC?" She gives him a narrow-eyed gaze, spoiled by the smile threatening to emerge. "How much if it fell into your pockets, bruthah? Could be I can rustle you up a burger, but we're outta cheese. And it might be fairer to call it "ground meat patty" than hamburger ..."
She gathers up her goodies, carrying them behind the bar and placing the stuffed spider carefully atop the mirror's frame. Pushing open the kitchen door, she peers into the uncertain gloom beyond. "ValJon! Burger up, man!"
She shakes her head, moving to fill a short glass with Tanqueray for SC and pass it across the bar. "You boys aren't gonna have much peace and quiet to enjoy your drinks unless you get off your butts and fix my front door ..."
Passing the empty go-go cage, she carefully shuts the door, turning the sign so it's easily read from the outside ...
"Reserved for Leon"
"Get your grubby hands outta my basket, you scavenger! Sheesh!" She shoulders Spray Can to reach the table, lifting on her toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "What's the good word, homey? OOOH! Shiny!" She snatches the short shirt and holds it up in front of her, where it barely covers the tied-off dress shirt and bare midriff. "Does this look like it's for you? I think not. Watch my stuff, I gotta change..."
Grabbing a candy bar and her new shirt, she heads for the womens' room, giving a wave to Tovarisch. "Hola, comrade, the basement's fulla zombiefied animal life, so don't try the tunnel, right? Where the heck did I leave my chucks...?"
She emerges a few moments later, the new shirt doing wonders for her attributes. Hair up in messy pigtails, pink high-top tennis shoes replacing her normal combat boots, and a red short skirt complete the new outfit. She twirls once or twice before going back to the pile of goodies, plucking a shiny fireman's badge on a chain from the helmet and slipping it on over her neck.
"You say this stuff was on the doorstep, SC?" She gives him a narrow-eyed gaze, spoiled by the smile threatening to emerge. "How much if it fell into your pockets, bruthah? Could be I can rustle you up a burger, but we're outta cheese. And it might be fairer to call it "ground meat patty" than hamburger ..."
She gathers up her goodies, carrying them behind the bar and placing the stuffed spider carefully atop the mirror's frame. Pushing open the kitchen door, she peers into the uncertain gloom beyond. "ValJon! Burger up, man!"
She shakes her head, moving to fill a short glass with Tanqueray for SC and pass it across the bar. "You boys aren't gonna have much peace and quiet to enjoy your drinks unless you get off your butts and fix my front door ..."
Passing the empty go-go cage, she carefully shuts the door, turning the sign so it's easily read from the outside ...
"Reserved for Leon"
