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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 5, 2007 23:28:11 GMT -5
"Well then, I'll go with the scotch and the ground something on a bun." Murray said, fishing another pack of Camels out of the carton in his bag and slid it to the barkeep. Only five packs after this, he thought, might want to cut back a little. "Tell 'em to cook the something medium and if you have it, lettuce, tomatoes and ketchup."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 5, 2007 23:36:49 GMT -5
Leon watches Mel walk away, then looks around slowly, taking stock of who's where and who's doing what and who's watching. He looks at Murray. "Sorry man, service is about to slow down just a tad, but ValJohn the barkeep should take care of you just fine."
He slides a can of Malton Ranger brand Spam down the bar to Murray Jay to hold him over, then looks around again and leaps over it like a lithe 5'10" cat after a sexy 5'2" mouse in a skirt with pigtails and an over-large white men's shirt tied in a knot above the waist. He follows fast on Melody's heels, looking conspicuously back at the rest of the tavern, then at nothing but her skirt as her hips kick left and right, flipping it around. They both vanish from sight.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 5, 2007 23:41:13 GMT -5
Lachryma puts her head in her hands.
"Insane....and bad timing too. Oh well, at least madman did not touch me."
She turns to Murray.
"I know how to cook scotch-flavored rat. You like to try?"
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 5, 2007 23:45:27 GMT -5
Murray laughed, "Meh, a lot of the people in this town are madmen. It's like there's 9 men for every woman in this town. It's almost like prison out there sometimes... especially with all the barricades." He finished off his first scotch and said, "Well, I think I've had enough scotch for now, and I don't feel desperate enough to try any rat yet. But maybe in a few days or the next zombie siege. Whichever comes first."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 5, 2007 23:50:50 GMT -5
Lachryma makes a "Bzzt" sound.
"If filth touch me in any way, shape, or form, I electrocute private parts." She narrows her eyes. "Is understood, Murray man?"
She calms down a touch.
"There is first time for everything, and rat is excellent, you should try."
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 5, 2007 23:54:14 GMT -5
Murray shrugged and smiled, "I wasn't trying to insinuate anything. Besides I'm too tired to do much right now anyway. And too tired to realize when I'm sharing too much. Anyway, I already ordered the ground something. But I'll have the rat tomorrow, I promise."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 6, 2007 0:00:41 GMT -5
Lachryma laughs.
"I think there might be slight delay with thing you order."
She points into the kitchen.
"I think they bake cake or play checkers in there, too busy to cook."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 6, 2007 9:25:05 GMT -5
"And I think they're listening to music off my IPod...'cause it's missing right now!"
Spinbad yells into the kitchen, "Hey! I know one of you has my IPod in there! Don't make me play Paris Hilton music in the bar! I can tell you now, it's gonna hurt your ears!"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 6, 2007 10:47:57 GMT -5
Leon shouts back, sounding preoccupied, and a little winded:
"Sorry!" A pause..."Hey, You have Paris Hilton on here? You have strange taste putting her in with the likes of Led Zeppelin!"
The grill sizzles and an odor of ground something-or-other fills the air, even as pots, pans, and various utensils are heard clattering and krabong-ing to the floor.
Murray's something-on-a-bun appears presently, two thick slices of not-terribly-fresh tomato on top of light green, somehow crispy, lettuce, with a slab of brown and pink meat underneath. The sandwich appears a little rushed, but not poorly made. It definitely looks like someone was distracted or in a rush when they slapped it together, and it only has ketchup on it if Val, the barkeep, remembered to add it when Leon slid the old plate into reach of the doorway, and ValJohns arm slipped through to take it. All in all, the sandwich doesn't look bad, it just doesn't look like a priority.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 6, 2007 11:53:40 GMT -5
Melody emerges from the kitchen, pushing the door open with a hip, hands supporting a tray of condiments and bowls of pretzels.
She sets the tray down on the bar, picks up her smokes and shakes one out.
"You try that burger yet? Leon's got quite a touch at the grill, as long as he's properly motivated."
She lights her cig, takes a long drag and smiles across the bar. "Quite a crowd tonight. If any of you fellas are staying, make sure to tell ValJohn so he saves you a room."
"Lachryma, you staying? Or don'tcha know yet?"
She glances down, bends, and brushes a bit of dirt from her kneesocks. "Damned dirty kitchen..."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 6, 2007 12:24:30 GMT -5
Leon walks out of the kitchen slowly, trying not to let his knees look as rubbery as they feel. He wipes some hair from his face and makes his way to his original barstool, where he plops down and slugs the rest of his rum and coke back at a shot.
"Can I get another one of those, Mel?" he asks, then, after a few seconds go by he suddenly says "I mean the drink, the drink, rum and coke." He searches for a cigarette.
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 6, 2007 15:34:34 GMT -5
As the burger was slid in front of Murray he examined it for a second, shrugged and thought, Not bad, especially considering what normally passes for food nowadays. He picked up the burger and took a bite. "Thanks. Oh, and give these," a pack of cigarettes slid across the bar, "to ValJohns for a room."
Turning back to Lachryma Murray then said, "Some people know that a pack of smokes are more valuable than a few minutes of alcohol induced disappointment. Though I will take the rain check on the rat."
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 6, 2007 16:19:29 GMT -5
Tovarisch sniffs the air, waking from his place on the floor behind the bar.
"Is that ground...cat I smell?"
Tovarisch takes another shot from his bottle of Vodka, and then hops over the bar and into a seat.
"How much for a cat burger? Or whatever it is you're selling here? I've got a few more bottles of Vodka in this sack of mine." Tovarisch said, patting the side of his bag. "What'll a bottle get me in this place?"
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 6, 2007 17:57:16 GMT -5
A loud blast resonates throughout the bar. Vito walks down the stairs holding a monstrosity. "Hey Leon guess what I made!" He hefts a massive gun that looks like a turret. " I took my shot gun and gutted it then modified the bore of the rifle to hold shotgun bulletts. It kicks like a bitch, but this suckers a box fet automatic shot gun." He rips the vodka from the new comers hands"Cheers!" he shouts.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 6, 2007 19:02:51 GMT -5
"A bottle will getcha a couple of things, Tova. Just fork it over to ValJohn the [NPC] bartender, and tell him whatcha want." Leon relaxes on the barstool, quite comfortable, quite satisfied, life is good.
"Holy Jesus, father of Mary, Vito!! What the hell are you gonna do with that? Save Caiger Mall?!"
Leon sniffs the air and says "I know that's not Cerberus I jsmell...must be some stray. Cerberus brings in much of the rat meat."
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