Look lively, meat...

[victor_creed]

...got me a powerful set o' belly rumbles so somebody better feed me soon or I'm gonna start chowin down on the staff o' this dive!

*drums claws into the bar...waiting*

Comments

[lynx_of_ice]

Hey! Look who it is! Victor Creed come to... eat. *shrugs and laughs*

....

cool.

[victor_creed]

That was fast service...*reaches for ketchup*

[lynx_of_ice]

Oh, eh? I ain't.... the waiter...es.... I am a customer, like you, I just know you.

[victor_creed]

Actually, kinda thought you were lunch.

[sharon_summers]

Which Victor Creed are you?

[victor_creed]

The one that's gonna be tearin the meat off your ribs if I don't get some service soon.

[sharon_summers]

*The air shimmers around her faintly*
You are certainly welcome to try. There are no security systems here.
Or you could tell me how you want your Angus done and which brand of beer tickles your tastebuds.

((Warning: he wouldn't be able to physically touch her. Psychokinesis and a telepath courtesy of Dayspring family genes))

[victor_creed]

*considers* Unbridled savagery or food...hmmm?

I'll take them medium rare and frothy.