Post by Melody Arachne on Oct 17, 2007 15:02:06 GMT -5
Melody leans on the bar and watches Vito with an arched brow.
"Never mind what we got into, what the hell did *he* get into?"
She digs in the small fridge, coming up with a bottle of creamer that's only a little out of date and a plate of pastries. "You guys watch him, if he starts messin' stuff up for real I'm gonna have ValJon stash him in the cold room. Vito! Veeee-toooooo... look! Want a turnover? Hmm? There's a good Vito ..."
"It's almost ironic, isn't it? Stuck in the biggest bad trip ever, and having a bad trip? It's almost ... surreal." She shakes her head and looks around. "Where is ValJohn, anyway?"
"Never mind what we got into, what the hell did *he* get into?"
She digs in the small fridge, coming up with a bottle of creamer that's only a little out of date and a plate of pastries. "You guys watch him, if he starts messin' stuff up for real I'm gonna have ValJon stash him in the cold room. Vito! Veeee-toooooo... look! Want a turnover? Hmm? There's a good Vito ..."
"It's almost ironic, isn't it? Stuck in the biggest bad trip ever, and having a bad trip? It's almost ... surreal." She shakes her head and looks around. "Where is ValJohn, anyway?"
