The Black Sand Mule
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- Posted: Sun, 21 Dec 2008 02:06:53 +0000
"Bow chicka bow wow."
He started laughing with abandon for a few seconds before quieting down, his face sliding back to being blank and his eyes returning to their usual (and fake) brown.
"Nah, Brandy's a pretty name. Not so much a tasty drink, but I think more of 'Cyndi' as a porno name. Don't ask me why, 'cause I'm feelin' pretty damn good right now. Where'd that blunt go, anyway?"
Rhoslyn blinked, then started walking around the bar again, muttering under his breath.
"Ah, there we go. And nah, whatever you call me is fine. I hardly use names myself."
Another quick flick of his lighter, and the scent of some wicked dank would again be quite obvious after he took another toke.
"Sweet. If you wanna check the recipes, they're in my tent. Otherwise... well, the food ain't hard to make, and I'm sure you know what you're doing. The place ain't organized, but oh well. Oh, and see that red button?"
He pointed at the laptop behind the counter.
"That's the 'oh, s**t' button. If anyone comes in and tries to use magic for bad reasons, hit that. If it gets worse, push the button below that and take cover. Tents are that way, herb garden over there, bathrooms behind the tents, and... uh... well, don't wander too far that way or you might step on a land mine."
Rhoslyn indicated the various directions with his hand breezily, although he sounded quite serious about the land mines.
Finally, in the last bit of info for the post, he turned to the man [vampire? I totally recognize that from somewhere, but I'm not sure] and nodded.
"We've got strawberry, mango, pineapple, coconut, and watermelon. Though I'll be sure to buy some cranberry the next time I supply up... oh, wait, nevermind. One second, it'll be right up."
The bottle'd float out of the fridge, and he caught it, poured the drink, and slid it down the counter to the dude.
He started laughing with abandon for a few seconds before quieting down, his face sliding back to being blank and his eyes returning to their usual (and fake) brown.
"Nah, Brandy's a pretty name. Not so much a tasty drink, but I think more of 'Cyndi' as a porno name. Don't ask me why, 'cause I'm feelin' pretty damn good right now. Where'd that blunt go, anyway?"
Rhoslyn blinked, then started walking around the bar again, muttering under his breath.
"Ah, there we go. And nah, whatever you call me is fine. I hardly use names myself."
Another quick flick of his lighter, and the scent of some wicked dank would again be quite obvious after he took another toke.
"Sweet. If you wanna check the recipes, they're in my tent. Otherwise... well, the food ain't hard to make, and I'm sure you know what you're doing. The place ain't organized, but oh well. Oh, and see that red button?"
He pointed at the laptop behind the counter.
"That's the 'oh, s**t' button. If anyone comes in and tries to use magic for bad reasons, hit that. If it gets worse, push the button below that and take cover. Tents are that way, herb garden over there, bathrooms behind the tents, and... uh... well, don't wander too far that way or you might step on a land mine."
Rhoslyn indicated the various directions with his hand breezily, although he sounded quite serious about the land mines.
Finally, in the last bit of info for the post, he turned to the man [vampire? I totally recognize that from somewhere, but I'm not sure] and nodded.
"We've got strawberry, mango, pineapple, coconut, and watermelon. Though I'll be sure to buy some cranberry the next time I supply up... oh, wait, nevermind. One second, it'll be right up."
The bottle'd float out of the fridge, and he caught it, poured the drink, and slid it down the counter to the dude.