First entrance...

[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

"Yellow, baby, I've told you before, it just wouldn't work..." The green... round... thing paused in the doorway, then arched a brow, calling back over her... well, let's just call it a shoulder, since she's got arms at least, "Alright, which one of you wiseasses replaced my dressing room with a bar?"

Upon getting no answer, she turned around, only to find what had been the door to her dressing room was now an empty booth. She shrugged this off, model-walking across the bar before hoisting herself up onto a seat, glancing around, "What's a lady have to do to get some service around here?"

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[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

For a moment she couldn't decide whether to take that as an insult or not, she chose not luckily for Xander, "Aww, you're so sweet." She was very nearly cooing, "Always love meeting the fans."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess a big green candy is *kinda* like a demon. There goes the old Xander Track Record again.

"... Thanks," he says. "So, I assume you're new, Miss ... uh ...?"

[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

"Green, hon, call me Green." She was smiling still, leaning against her elbow on the bar, smiling sweetly at him.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

"Green. Right. Easy to remember."

He looks her up and down dubiously. "Anybody tell you the rules yet?"

[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

She blinked twice at that, debating, then shrugged, "Considering I just walked in the... er, booth" Her brow, if she actually could be considered to have one, furrowed, "About a minute and a half ago, no."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

He nods, looking a little sheepish. "Right. That'd do it. Well, uh ... first rule is, no business. That ranges from grudges to setting up your own hot dog stand. Can't do it. Second rule: no violence. We'll send you to the Time Out Corner-- or the cells, as is actually more likely. Last of all ..."

He eyes her. This rule seems kind of pertinent.

"No sex in the bar. None. Ever."

[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

She nodded slightly, the movement of course consisting of tilting her entire body forward a fraction of an inch, at each statment. Though she finally shrugged at the last, "Sounds easy enough."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

He grins.

"Right! So, we hope you enjoy your Milliways experience. First drink's free."

[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

"Yeeeah." She said, "About that, how am I supposed to get one?"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

"Pretty easy," Xander says. "You just ask the Bar, and she'll make it appear." He pauses. "It's ... best not to ask. Magic and stuff."

[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

Oh, right, she should have thought of that in the first place, because y'know, that would be the perfectly normal and SANE thing to do, talk to the furniture.

But hey, why not? "Eh... Bar, mint julep please." She blinked twice when it appeared, then smiled and placed some cash -best not to ask where she got it from- on the bar's surface, apparently not even phased as it vanished.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

He grins.

"Not so hard once you get the hang of it, huh?"

[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

She smirked as she sipped at the drink, though it soon turned to an honest smile, "That is gooood"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander nods agreeably, leaning against the Bar.

"Usually is. I like the rum. And, uh, the cocoa ... that doesn't make me a, uh, cannibal or whatever, right?"

[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

She shrugged, "Dunno, just depends. You make cocoa out of people here?"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

"Well, no ... but if I met a cow here, I wouldn't be all, 'Hey! Try the hamburgers!' If you get me."

[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

She laughed then, shaking her head, or, rather, her whole body, "I gotcha, naah, I eat chocolate, sometimes."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

"And you don't feel even a little bit guilty? Or do other brands of chocolate not count?"

[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

She blinked twice, "It's just plant-stuff. Not like it's running around walking and talking y'know?"

She really had no idea. None.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

He gives her a very pointed look and coughs.

"Right. Chocolate doesn't walk and talk."

[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

She blinked at him, both brows arching as she sipped her julep, "I'm not edible, alright? Let's just get that clear right off."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

"Hey, hey, I'm not out to eat you!"