Post by Melody Arachne on Jul 9, 2007 12:41:54 GMT -5
Melody fishes a bottle of tequila from beneath the bar, and sets it beside a bottle of margarita mix.
"Time for a Messican night, whatcha think? I wonder if we've got fixings for the food ... mix those up half and half, will you DJ?"
She moves over to the dark doorway leading into the kitchen, and pushes the door open a crack. The interior is dark, and an odd odor spills out into the bar, a bit like overripe strawberries.
"ValJon, you in there? Hey ... uh ... we're gonna need some tacos, or burritos or something ... you got anything like that?"
She waits a long moment for an answer, cocking her head to the side, opening the door just a bit further. At ground level, cool air swirls out of the dark room, heavy with moisture.
"Geezus, Val, didja leave the freezer door open? It's like, sub-tropical in there ... you got an air conditioner you haven't told me abou ... "
Slowly she lets the door swing shut, shaking her head at whatever she heard, and moving back to the bar with several nervous glances backwards. The door swings gently in smaller and smaller arcs, until it shuts in the dark and the scent once more.
"Man, I dunno about him anymore. He just gets weirder with every revive, you know?" With a slight frown, she finds her smokes and lights one, pulling the NecroTech briefcase over to begin rifling through it.
"Of course, don't we all ..."
"Time for a Messican night, whatcha think? I wonder if we've got fixings for the food ... mix those up half and half, will you DJ?"
She moves over to the dark doorway leading into the kitchen, and pushes the door open a crack. The interior is dark, and an odd odor spills out into the bar, a bit like overripe strawberries.
"ValJon, you in there? Hey ... uh ... we're gonna need some tacos, or burritos or something ... you got anything like that?"
She waits a long moment for an answer, cocking her head to the side, opening the door just a bit further. At ground level, cool air swirls out of the dark room, heavy with moisture.
"Geezus, Val, didja leave the freezer door open? It's like, sub-tropical in there ... you got an air conditioner you haven't told me abou ... "
Slowly she lets the door swing shut, shaking her head at whatever she heard, and moving back to the bar with several nervous glances backwards. The door swings gently in smaller and smaller arcs, until it shuts in the dark and the scent once more.
"Man, I dunno about him anymore. He just gets weirder with every revive, you know?" With a slight frown, she finds her smokes and lights one, pulling the NecroTech briefcase over to begin rifling through it.
"Of course, don't we all ..."
