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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 5, 2007 22:43:20 GMT -5
Murray stood up and as his aching legs protested any and all movement he stood over Tovarisch with Lachryma. "Ha. That's damn impressive work if you ask me. You bring any scotch with you?"
He then turned to Lachryma and said, "I didn't mean to mock, just tease. It's something that American men tend to do." After taking a quick puff from his cigarette he then asked, "I suppose we never outgrew the playground."
He then looked back at Tovarisch, "Would you mind showing me these mythical caves sometime?"
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 5, 2007 22:43:50 GMT -5
"I couldn't tell you if I wanted to..." Tovarisch said with a sly grin. "I was a bit...well...*hic*"
Tovarisch looked up to the strange man, Murray...
"I've got half a cellar full of it friend!" Tovarisch. "And sure thing, next time we're in Ridleybank I suppose..."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 5, 2007 22:47:31 GMT -5
Leon takes his bottle back and downs a few shots worth, grinning like an idiot at meeting the dude with his name on the bottle.
"Hey! I saw Ron Burgundy dead up by....Stickling? Bale? Can't remember...How's he doin'? Stumbling around drunk again, or stumbling around drunk and undead?"
He glances around the room to take stock of who's here, then takes another shot and hands the bottle back to Tovarisch.
"Cool to meet you, man!" Leon sways.
(*edit: Rob Dead, wtf was that? I meant R Burgundy)
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 5, 2007 22:48:41 GMT -5
Lachryma glances up at Murray.
"No offense, is not big deal."
She thinks for a moment.
"Did you see hospital on way in? Is dead place now, and many die. I is sure you helped there, no?"
She gives a sidelong glance to Khrushchev.
"Great, drinking on job...wait, how you drink when you not have distillery yet?"
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 5, 2007 22:55:58 GMT -5
"You think I come all the way from Motherland without backpack full of vodka?!" Tovarisch said, taking another shot. "And you call yourself soviet!"
Tovarisch twisted the cap closed on the bottle, placing it back in his bag.
"I need to reserve my stash. The vodka is great for disinfecting bite and claw wounds. Plus, a drunk patient is a good patient."
"As for Burgundy, he's been having a tough time keeping his wits about. He's been dead a lot lately, and I think its getting to the old noggin. Thank god the hair is still as glorious as ever though!"
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 5, 2007 22:56:02 GMT -5
Murray thought for a second as he tried to recognize her. "Uh, yeah, I was manning the cades and helping to make some saline solution for the IV's." He stood thinking for a while longer, "But I don't remember you... I guess it's my fault for being social."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 5, 2007 23:00:47 GMT -5
Lachryma waves regally at Khrushchev.
"Sometimes capitalist customs people get in way, no?"
She turns back to Murray and idly swishes her untouched drink.
"I show up during chaos of break in, mostly bandaging those who crawled away. Is not surprise to miss you during death and destruction."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 5, 2007 23:03:03 GMT -5
Melody slings drinks as business picks up, occasionally stopping to take a drag off a thin cigarillo smoldering in the ashtray behind the bar, or to toss back a shot from her bottle of mescal.
Occasionally she can be heard to mutter to herself.
"Best hope nothin's messed up, up there ... breakin' windows ... how'n hell they think deaders get upstairs anyhow?"
She takes broom and dustpan to the broken glass on the floor, metally adding them to Krushchev's tab.
She smacks the bar to get Murray's attention. "Hey, dude ... you wanna crash here, you can grab an empty booth, or you can rent a spot upstairs. ValJohn does barter- just see me when you're ready ta head up." She glances over, to make sure she wasn't overheard by the busy barkeep, then extends a hand. "I'm Melody. You need a refill there?"
"And you guys get the trapdoor shut before somebody trips over it and busts their ass. Ain't no liability insurance in Malton, boys."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 5, 2007 23:03:54 GMT -5
He sits up on the bar and gawks Melody some more, then sets the empty bottle of Tovarisch brand Vodka down. Tossing a can of Malton Ranger brand Spam to Tova with bad aim, he says "So how long's this stuff been around?"
Leon orders a Rum and Coke to help him level out a little since the room seems to be spinning.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 5, 2007 23:08:18 GMT -5
Lachryma kicks the trap door closed, grabs a stool, then walks upstairs while stage whispering:
"Lazy men. Is annoying."
You hear the sound of hammering from above, then the crash of glass and finally the distinct sound of flesh burning.
Lachryma comes back down the stairs without her drink.
"Upper window is barricaded, so we is safe from floating dead ones."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 5, 2007 23:13:23 GMT -5
Melody groans, shaking her head. "Geezus, Zhivago, at least use tha cheap booze ... we gotta get you some kerosene. Or that jelly stuff. How's that song go .. 'napalm sticks to kids'?"
"Thanks for taking care of that, chica. I'm pretty sure ValJohn will comp your drinks and a meal tonight. You savvy 'comp', yeah?"
She fixes Leon's drink, light on the coke, and leans over the bar to whisper something next to his ear.
(check PMs please!)
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 5, 2007 23:17:14 GMT -5
Murray turned to the bartender, grabbed a pistol clip out of his backpack and said, "9mm clip. Whatever food this can buy me and another scotch. If that's not enough, do you accept smokes?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 5, 2007 23:17:22 GMT -5
Lachryma taps the bar while staring at the barricades.
"Is hobby of mine, burning dead ones. I no waste ammo, and I is too busy to use axe, so booze works best."
She turns to Mel.
" 'Comp' means...free things, no? Is lovely."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 5, 2007 23:22:07 GMT -5
"Smokes? Smokes are good..." Mel gives Lachryma a nod and a thumbs up. "That's good. You ever been to Atlantic City?" She taps out one of her cigarillos, passes it over to the other woman.
Taking the ammo clip, she tucks it under the bar.
"That'll getcha a meal, pack of smokes'll make you my best friend forever, dude. Tonight's menu is ground somethin' on a bun, or ratonastick. Put your order in now, it don't flow like manna."
With a twitch of her hips to set her skirt swinging, she ducks into the kitchen.
"What the hell ... Leon! I'm gonna fry this damned cat if you don't keep it outta the kitchen!"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 5, 2007 23:22:40 GMT -5
Leon's mouth opens slightly and hangs there for a moment before he looks her up and down, then closes his mouth miraculously and takes a deep drink, suppressing a cough of surprise at it's strength. He looks her in the eye and shakes his head slowly.
"Absolutely not. I think you had it right to begin with. Say, when are you going to help me into some new threads, good-lookin'?" His eyes flick to the second floor and then back to hers.
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