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paradisa2012-03-22 12:05 pm
ectoparody) wrote in paradisa2012-03-22 12:05 pm
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002// Drinking Solves Everything
[Once Ray had been dropped off at the clinic and Peter had been thoroughly assured that his friend would be well taken care of, he decided that sitting around on his behind all day and worrying wasn't going to accomplish anything. With that in mind, he stood up and decided to take an idle walk around, figuring the worst that could happen would be a little comatose nap from a rouge lobster. After a half hour of aimless wandering, Peter stumbled across what he could only assume was a high end restaurant/bar establishment, based on the smells and noise coming from within. He figured he could use a stiff drink and good food to take his mind off things, and so without much preamble, he entered the establishment, gazing up at the neon sign reading "The Lux" as he shook his head slightly and mumbled]
Well la-dee-dah, don't I feel fancy.
[Despite his quiet ribbing, he did have to admit that The Lux was a rather well maintained and spiffy establishment. If his friend wasn't currently a catatonic vegetable, he'd be more inclined to appreciate his surroundings, but at the moment, he was just focused on getting to the bar for some bitter liquid mood improvers and preferably something that began with an M and ended with Meat. As he approached the bar, he saw a familiar back and raised an eyebrow as he recognized him as the one who had helped him back up in the hallway with the Crossbow. Sitting down and clapping the man lightly on the shoulder as he did so, Peter chuckled dryly, looking over the various bottles of booze that lined the shelf in front of him]
Fancy meeting you here Mr. Crossbow. Needed a little Irish Mouthwash to get the taste of lobster outta your mouth or are you just thirsty?
Well la-dee-dah, don't I feel fancy.
[Despite his quiet ribbing, he did have to admit that The Lux was a rather well maintained and spiffy establishment. If his friend wasn't currently a catatonic vegetable, he'd be more inclined to appreciate his surroundings, but at the moment, he was just focused on getting to the bar for some bitter liquid mood improvers and preferably something that began with an M and ended with Meat. As he approached the bar, he saw a familiar back and raised an eyebrow as he recognized him as the one who had helped him back up in the hallway with the Crossbow. Sitting down and clapping the man lightly on the shoulder as he did so, Peter chuckled dryly, looking over the various bottles of booze that lined the shelf in front of him]
Fancy meeting you here Mr. Crossbow. Needed a little Irish Mouthwash to get the taste of lobster outta your mouth or are you just thirsty?