Post by Melody Arachne on Oct 25, 2007 11:58:34 GMT -5
Melody hops up onto the bar, legs crossed under her, and digs into the steak. "Priz, I do believe you've found your calling. Any desire to be a post-apocalyptic short-order cook?"
"And did you say ValJon was back there? What's he doing, or do I want to even know?"
She lights another smoke, alternating bites of breakfast with puffs off her cig. "Christ ... could you peons try not to do anything else disgusting until I finish eating? Is that so much to ask?"
"And did you say ValJon was back there? What's he doing, or do I want to even know?"
She lights another smoke, alternating bites of breakfast with puffs off her cig. "Christ ... could you peons try not to do anything else disgusting until I finish eating? Is that so much to ask?"
