hey35andholding: (as if!)
hey35andholding ([personal profile] hey35andholding) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2013-06-01 08:16 pm

Tending!

It's in the air...or in Clem's case, sticking to the soles of her red leather pumps. Summer in Reno isn't as glamorous as it's cracked up to be, but then again endless days of ninety-plus degree weather would drain the glamour out of nearly anybody.

Clem isn't just anybody, though, as her rhinestone-spackled bright blue tank top and denim short-shorts declares for all the world to see that glamour never takes a holiday.

Bar, of course, does - and for Clem, again, the time has come. "Uh uh," she sighs, giving the napkin a shove back across the bartop. "Booze me first."

So Bar does, giving Clm a beer just before taking her siesta. Clem just grins and turns toward the special board; as always: everything is scribbled out in hot pink pen.

*~SPECIALS~*

Summer Fling
Beach Bum
Tropical Heat
Electric Lemonade

Lemonade, Limeade, cherryade, 50% off (10% off if you want frozen)
Punch
shaved ice
Sno Cones


Twelve percent off your order if you tell me the wildest way you've ever cooled yourself off.




Finished, she sits back and sips, surveying the crowd and awaiting her first order.

[OOC: Around and backtagging 'til at least six!]
herr_bookman: (rawr!)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-08-01 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
The boy sputters around the tea caught in his windpipe. "Wha-What?" he squeaks, color scalding his cheeks. "Those are tiny and children's toys and--oh, that's just wrong!"

But he pales once he remembers whose spirit the man claimed his doll was possessed by. "Eww," he says, scrunching up his nose so fiercely it might stick. "Your job is hideous."
herr_bookman: (fall)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-08-01 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think I can tell you something you don't already know," he croaks, eyeing his remaining tea. "Clearly you've been exposed to--"

Ack, phrasing! And now he's blushing again.
herr_bookman: (embarassed)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-08-01 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
He'd tell her to stop, for the love of anything holy, but he's not about to beg. Plus, he fears his voice might crack around the request.

"Well, I don't--Uhh... I mean, if you were to, um. Hm."

Autor shuts up before he contracts a virulent strain of pedem in ore morbo.*


*[Foot-in-mouth disease.]

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-08-01 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He wouldn't be him otherwise.

"How would I know if I didn't want to know, given our miscommunication about the purpose of these dolls?"

Because retreating to pedantry is always the safest bet in these situations.

Slows are fine, and this is giggle-worthy! <3

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-10-16 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
His next words are slow, halting, as if plucked out and held up to dry on a tenterhook.

"Honesty is good," Autor says. "But you picked a strange example to be honest about."

And then, off-handedly: "And I'm not your honey."
herr_bookman: (embarassed)

Re: It is indeed!

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-10-17 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"You wh-- your what?" Autor says, flabbergasted. He buries his nose in his tea, resisting the urge to think about which regions aren't bits of lady on Clem. Not to mention what parts of her have to do with fish that adhere to glass, or dupes, or lollipops, or young mammals before they're weaned--Oh. Right.

"Don't be so what?" he croaks, bearing red and refulgent cheeks.
Edited 2013-10-17 15:22 (UTC)
herr_bookman: (fall)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-10-18 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Autor bristles. "If I have to order booze to understand you people, then clearly I'm in the wrong spot," he says. He hops off his barstool, and offers her a stiff bow with whatever scraps of pained dignity he can salvage. "Good day, Madam Rhinestone."

[OOM: And tag towards wrap, unless you have a counter/lure! This thread is amaaazing!]
Edited 2013-10-18 17:41 (UTC)