Post by Melody Arachne on Jul 20, 2007 5:17:35 GMT -5
"Tell me about it, right?" Melody rinses out the toothbrush glass to use as a second tumbler, and pours two margaritas.
She hands one off, and scoots herself up onto the bathroom counter, propping her back against the largest unbroken mirror in Malton. Setting the briefcase beside her, she digs in her pockets for her smokes.
"So how come the other deaders can't talk? Not that I'm complainin' ... can you imagine how annoying it would be if they could. Christ. We'd never get a moment's peace. Of course if they could remember who they were, we wouldn't need to waste time scanning them. Here's a freakin' thought. Why don't we just put name tags on 'em?"
Melody lights up two smokes, and passes one to the bathing deader.
She hands one off, and scoots herself up onto the bathroom counter, propping her back against the largest unbroken mirror in Malton. Setting the briefcase beside her, she digs in her pockets for her smokes.
"So how come the other deaders can't talk? Not that I'm complainin' ... can you imagine how annoying it would be if they could. Christ. We'd never get a moment's peace. Of course if they could remember who they were, we wouldn't need to waste time scanning them. Here's a freakin' thought. Why don't we just put name tags on 'em?"
Melody lights up two smokes, and passes one to the bathing deader.
