http://cheevy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cheevy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2007-02-24 03:48 pm

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Ah so, here is the recovering alcoholic hippie, in the bar, at a booth, with real food. Yeah, totally. He's eating it very, very slowly, but he does have what appears to be a ham sandwich. And tea.

And a really big, really old book, compliments of Nearly Wristless Rod Roderick Usher.

He is also playing with a spoon, twirling it in one hand lazily.

Please annoy.

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
She pauses with her sandwich halfway to her mouth and blinks. "What's weird?"

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
No. Because mustard is of the devil.

April just rolls her eyes and takes a bite. "Okay, sure."

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
"So? You eat cheese and ketchup together on a cheeseburger. This is the same thing, just without the meat!"

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, you're obviously feeling better," April says mildly. "And for your information, I do not eat mustard and pickles on my burgers. Cheddar cheese, bacon, lettuce, ketchup, and mayo."

Beat.

"I'm going to go back to my cruel dictatorship over my sandwich now." Dip, bite.

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
"And you are unscrupulous. Sending raiding parties into my defenseless farmlands."

Glaaaare.

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
"You, sir, are a dirty rotten thief."

She plops a kiss on his cheek. She doesn't mind, she can always get more.

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
April rolls her eyes and flags down a waitrat. "A plate of cheese fries, if you please, to be divided between us." The waitrat waddles off.

April eyes Miniver. "Shall we call a truce, my foe?"

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
"As long as I get the goats, that's fine with me."

:D

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Half the sheep and a quarter of the geese. I do like a good roast goose on Christmas, wot?"

The last bit is said in the most outrageous British accent.

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
And that breaks it.

April collapses in giggles as the waitrat brings the cheese fries over.

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
"That was," she gasps, "probably the worst accent I've ever heard."

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Cue a fresh round of giggles.

Miniver, you're going to make her sides hurt.

[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
She calms down eventually, enough to eat said fry.

"You're a goof, Miniver Cheevy."