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Post by Lachryma on Apr 7, 2007 0:12:05 GMT -5
Lachryma calmly ignores Spec's smirk, for at least someone else complimented her.
"Well, philosopher man, I find new outfit in hospital, next to burn unit. Is strange."
She walks over to the DJ's loot.
"Ooo, ice. Now to make fruity drinks...."
She looks behind the bar for some sort of cocktail manual.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 7, 2007 3:04:59 GMT -5
"Oh no no no naughty Nurse.. you just entertain, I'll mix the drinks. "
Slam!
"We got good music ..."
Thunk!
"Fruity drinks.. with umbrellas, I might add..."
Melody goes to work on the ice, weilding a rather imposing six-inch icepick with an overhand swing.
"We're going to have fun even if it kills us ..."
"Hey! There should be dancing!" She jabs a finger against the buttons, turing on the battered mixer. With a groan, the slush begins to spin.
"Happy Birthday, Vito!"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 7, 2007 9:17:54 GMT -5
Hearing Mel shout "Happy birthday, Vito!", the DJ quickly puts on the Happy Birthday song.
"I don't know why I have this song...but....Happy birthday Vito! Now the dancing thing..."
The DJ digs in one of his cases for a powered screwdriver, some screws, and a disco ball.
"Well...I said I would fix that hole I made on the ceiling...," he says, gesturing to the big hole on the ceiling. He heads up the stairs with the items.
"Whirrrrr! Hammer hammer hammer!"
5 minutes later, the disco ball is in place, and the hole is patched, but that's only the hole on the 1st floor ceiling. There's still another 2 floors to go. The DJ hops down the stairs, heading back to his equipment.
"Uh...watch the wire when you're upstairs...that thing needed to be plugged in."
The portable generator he installed a few weeks ago begins to falter. The lights blink, and the power goes out.
"Ah, great...where'd I put those fuel cans?"
He begins rummaging through his cases.
"By the way," he says over his shoulder, "There's fresh cakes at Stickling. Anyone wants to head over and grab a cake? They're only worth about 2 shotguns and 6 shells."
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 7, 2007 11:13:03 GMT -5
Lachryma looks slightly suspicious.
"Entertain? What is that supposed to mean?"
She glares around the room.
"I help serve drinks. No entertaining. And when birthday song is over, maybe I dance. Maybe."
She picks up Mel's icepick and twists it slowly while she waits for the drinks to be made.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 7, 2007 12:59:53 GMT -5
"Entertain! Be charming, and witty, and ask someone to dance, for pete's sake! Have. Fun."
Melody leans over the bar, one hand holding down the chugging industrial blender, and lowers her voice. "Might be nice if you asked Vito, you know? It is his birthday..."
Stopping the blender, she searches around the back of the bar for daquiri glasses, shrugs, and pours the drink into a large tumbler. Putting a paper umbrella and fruit skewer in the side, she passes it over to Lachyryma, and tosses back a shot of rum for herself.
"One for you, one for me. You guys ready for one, too?"
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 7, 2007 13:44:59 GMT -5
Lachryma takes a cautious sip of the daiquiri.
"Mmm, is lovely."
She walks over to Spec and kicks him in the shin.
"Boo!"
She then flounces over to Vito.
"Would you take next dance with me, birthday boy?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 7, 2007 13:51:10 GMT -5
Specialist's smirk is replaced by a painful wince. Violent one, isn't she? he thinks to himself.
Specialist takes another sip of scotch, finally emptying the glass. He then gets up and heads over to the trapdoor, shotgun in hand.
"I'll see what I can find in the basement. Might be something we can use for the party."
With that, he disappears below the trapdoor. A few seconds later, there is a moan and a gunshot, followed by a meaty thud that comes from outside.
"I'm all right," Specialist's voice says, echoing from the trapdoor. I think he was the only one, thank goodness."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 8, 2007 6:11:35 GMT -5
Leon's eyes are glued to Lachryma's skirt shamelessly until he hears the slam and thunk, whereupon he glances at Melody and sees her weilding the icepick furiously. He blinks a few times and finds his eyes are back on the very small, very tight skirt, and roaming up and down a pair of long and gorgeous Russian legs. Another chink draws his attention and he pries his eyes away froma very entertaining view as he walks over to the bar.
"Hi, stranger" he says to Melody, watching her as she takes out some aggression.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 8, 2007 14:49:56 GMT -5
"You all right down there, Spec? I think there's boxes of twinkies near the water heater ... those things never go bad."
Melody pours another shot of rum into the blender, and one into herself.
"Shoulda figured you'd be fine. I want my gun back." She jabs the button with one manuicured finger, raises her voice above the clatter of the ice being ground into slush. "And get that ... thing outta my room!"
She holds the lid on the chugging machine, and gestures pointedly at Leon with a fruit skewer. "I still might shoot you, so try to stand somewhere that the splatter will be easy to clean up."
Turning off the blender, she fills another glass with icy fruity smoothie goodness, and slides it down the bar to DJ.
Rum gurgles into her shot glass, then into the mix once more. Without looking, she thumps the shot down in front of Leon, muttering under her breath.
"Should know better ... I gotta find me a fireman."
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 8, 2007 19:15:27 GMT -5
Lachryma drinks the rest of her daiquiri. " Hello Siberia!" she giggles to herself. She sways to the center of the room and takes a seat. She watches Mel and Leon's...interaction. "Why party when you can watch fight?" |
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 8, 2007 21:19:40 GMT -5
Leon winked at her and tossed the shot back, coughing slightly after it went down and letting his eyes bulge just a tad as he slammed the shot glass down. After a long moment he rasps "Smooth," and gives another small cough before adding "like Strychnine." He grinned at Melody as she made the daiquiri's, hoping Don Vito didn't notice the way the old blender thumped or he would surely Tim Allen it into something diesel-powered. "Oh, damn, right. Happy Birthday, Don!"
He glanced over at Lachryma and asked, keeping eyes abover her neckline as much as possible, "I don't suppose you know where I left that shotgun, do you?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 8, 2007 21:20:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm fine, Specialist shouts back up. "Found the twinkies, too, and-- Hello, what's this?"
There is a sound of a very large object being scraped along the floor.
"Hey, anyone got a rope handy and knows how to make a pulley? I found something that might be interesting, but it's a bit too big for me to lift by myself..."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 8, 2007 21:51:00 GMT -5
Using a couple of the strongest remaining chairs and a steel pole from god knows where, Leon creates the crudest sort of pulley for Specialist and throws and end of the rope down. He hops down into the basement with Specialist and helps him attempt to lift the surprise.
"What the hell is this? And are you hearing what I'm hearing down here?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 8, 2007 21:53:52 GMT -5
Specialist ties the rope around the large object, then heads back upstairs.
"All right, someone start hoisting this thing up... Leon and I will keep it steady..."
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 8, 2007 22:24:19 GMT -5
Lachryma watches with vague curiosity as Spec and Leon do whatever it is they're doing.
"I usually not do heavy work, but I help now!"
She grabs the rope and starts pulling. Not a lot happens, so she quits in frustration.
"Oh well, make someone else do it. I is medic, so I treat rope burns to help out."
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