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 Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 11:35 pm
*She glances at the entrances to each hallway.* I don't remember which one of those leads to the library, so I guess I'm following you again. Lead on, Mystina!
**Exit to Guest Rooms**
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 4:41 pm
*Luke appears walking into the Brink, chugging a bottle of soda. He looks very much like a Dr. Pepper commercial.*
*He opens his eyes to the Brink. He's not really surprised. He uses his sleeve to wipe off his mouth and goes "aaah."*
Alright. *He says, nodding*
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 4:42 pm
:::K fades in on a chair. He's finishing up wrapping his feet, sleep still apparent in his eyes. He looked up to see he was in the Brink:::
What...first thing in the morning now? :::sigh::::
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 4:45 pm
*Luke nods to him.* Yeah, ain't it a b***h? Just wait 'til it pulls you in right before you're about to dive into a steak dinner.
*Or climb onto a hot sorority sister, Luke thinks to himself.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 4:47 pm
:::Finishes his wrapping:::
:::He gets up and walks over to Luke:::
Steak...dinner?
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 4:50 pm
Yeah, beef. It's what's for dinner.
*He waits for realization to break upon K. It doesn't happen.*
*Luke grins. He recalls their earlier conversation.* All the technology in the world, but you don't get to have T-Bone steak... Makes me wonder who gets the better deal.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 4:54 pm
:::He grins widely:::
Hehe...I take it that T-bone steak is a delicacy in the early 20th century huh? What is it exactly?
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 4:58 pm
Delicacy *Luke echoes.* Yeah, you could say it's a delicacy.
Comes from an animal called a cow. *Luke wishes he had a chalkboard to draw it on.* Not the brightest farm animal, but roast it up with some A-1 sauce? *Luke make a circle with his thumb and pointer finger.* Mmm, delicious.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 5:01 pm
:::K makes a bit of a face:::
Uhg... right. You guys used to eat animals. I can't imagine eating animals. I don't really think any of the creatures in my time are eadible.
:::tries not to think about having to kill things to eat them:::
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 5:03 pm
*Luke rolls his eyes.* Christ, you sound just like my sister.
*He goes to get a beer.* If we weren't supposed to eat animals, they wouldn't be made out of meat.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 5:07 pm
:::K smirks...:::
But... you're made out of meat.
:::He changes the subject quickly, not wanting to be anymore of a wise a** than that:::
You have a sister, huh? Is she as big of a hand full as mine.
:::Under his breath, but smiling::: Don't you dare make any puns about that one
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 5:15 pm
*Luke had his mouth open and putting his hands up in surrender, he puts the beer bottle into his mouth to silence it.*
*He chugs some and sets it down on the bar.*
Nora? *He takes a moment to think, and after a long moment, he decides to keep things surface level.* She's okay. I mean, we go back and forth a lot. But, she's alright -- *says with a smirk* When she's not dating Beetniks or preaching about the saving power of the garden salad.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 5:20 pm
:::K chuckles along with Luke...but not really for the same reason:::
They were right when they said that you don't understand half the things people say when they're from such different times.
:::He goes behind the bar and looks for a drink, but then looks at Luke:::
Hey, what's that you're drinking?
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 5:23 pm
*Luke's grateful for the change in subject.*
Budweiser. *points to the fridge* Another "delicacy" from the 21st century.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 5:24 pm
:::He looks at Luke wearily:::
It's not made of animals is it?
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