STILL NOT DEAD!
Title: Happy Hour
Authors: minimaize
Rating: PG for alcohol abuse and some profanity.
Notes: The various employees of Satan's Silhouette celebrating the end of a busy month. I'm sorry Elise, but you somehow ended up being the butt of this one. XD But don't worry--you're more than welcome to write something in retaliation. XD
Maize poured herself a small glass of rum and coke. Business at the bar had been overwhelming this month--she'd barely had any time to procrastinate on her commissions. The various workers at the bar were lounging around. The time was about half-past way-too-goddamn-late, but since none of them--with the exception of Frank, of course--had a real dayjob, everyone seemed content to sit around with a glass of beer in their hand. Or a some novel narcotic, in Elise's case. The smoky atmosphere of the bar left everyone feeling rather lethargic, and there was enough alcohol coursing through everyone's bloodstream to knock out a grown hippopotamus.
"So you guys want to do anything right now?" asked Maize, downing her alcoholic beverage.
"Mmm. I'm in the mood for some food. Ha--that rhymed. I'm so funny," murmured Elise.
"You just have the munchies," said Tweesa, stretching her arms lazily as she sat in her cramped seat at the pianobench.
"Munchies or not, I could definitely do with some food," said Frank, who didn't budge from his station at the tap, "Does chinese sound good?"
"Ewww," groaned Maize, leaning on the bar, "chinese is nasty. Especially here, in downtown Dis. I say we go for Italian. Or pizza. I could always do a pizza."
From her table near the corner, Sana yawned and tossed a nearby Elise her cell phone.
"I have pizza on speed dial," she said, before going back to her unfinished stein of imported beer.
"Hahaha," giggled Elise, "The buttons are all mushing together. Look--the screen glows blue!"
Maize and Frank exchanged worried glances, and Frank gently pried the phone from Elise's hands.
"Why don't you play with some peanut butter, Elise? I hear that stuff is absolutely hilarious when you're high," he said, with some caution.
Maize crossed her arms, "Man, where the hell do you GET all your stuff, Elise? I can barely find a decent dealer around here--and the homegrown stuff is absolute shit."
"As if you could afford it in the first place," said Tweesa, raising an eyebrow, "drugs are expensive."
"...yeah--come to think of it, where is Elise getting the money to PAY for this stuff?" asked Frank, as he waited for someone at the Pizza place to pick up the phone.
"Who knows? Maybe she's making all this stuff in her basement. It wouldn't suprise me," said Maize.
"I'm not thaaaat high," said Elise lazily, "this stuff is pretty weak--I've just got a sliiiiight buzz from this joint." She took a long drag. "Truuust me. This ain't no bong." She meandered off to the back room. "I'll be riiight back you guys. Just looking for some peanut butter, issall."
An akward pause.
"Well, at least she's still coherent," said Maize, once Elise had left. "Last time I tried something she gave me, I was out for a week."
Frank glared at her. "I thought you'd said that you were visiting one of your friends who got banned to the inner circle of hell!"
"Naaah," said Maize breezily, "I don't have friends who've been banned to the inner circle of hell. Speaking of which, when the HELL is our pizza getting here!?"
Frank glared and hung up the phone. Maize threw a coaster at him, only to have it riccochet off the wall and nearly hit Tweesa's face.
From some distant corner came the sound of Elise's voice--"I found the peanut butter! YES!"
A pause.
A crash.
"Someone ought to go check on her," said Teresa, not moving from her chair.
"Yeah. Someone should," said Maize, who started pouring herself another drink.
Frank sighed as he went to find the source of Elise's disembodied voice.
"Assholes."
Authors: minimaize
Rating: PG for alcohol abuse and some profanity.
Notes: The various employees of Satan's Silhouette celebrating the end of a busy month. I'm sorry Elise, but you somehow ended up being the butt of this one. XD But don't worry--you're more than welcome to write something in retaliation. XD
Maize poured herself a small glass of rum and coke. Business at the bar had been overwhelming this month--she'd barely had any time to procrastinate on her commissions. The various workers at the bar were lounging around. The time was about half-past way-too-goddamn-late, but since none of them--with the exception of Frank, of course--had a real dayjob, everyone seemed content to sit around with a glass of beer in their hand. Or a some novel narcotic, in Elise's case. The smoky atmosphere of the bar left everyone feeling rather lethargic, and there was enough alcohol coursing through everyone's bloodstream to knock out a grown hippopotamus.
"So you guys want to do anything right now?" asked Maize, downing her alcoholic beverage.
"Mmm. I'm in the mood for some food. Ha--that rhymed. I'm so funny," murmured Elise.
"You just have the munchies," said Tweesa, stretching her arms lazily as she sat in her cramped seat at the pianobench.
"Munchies or not, I could definitely do with some food," said Frank, who didn't budge from his station at the tap, "Does chinese sound good?"
"Ewww," groaned Maize, leaning on the bar, "chinese is nasty. Especially here, in downtown Dis. I say we go for Italian. Or pizza. I could always do a pizza."
From her table near the corner, Sana yawned and tossed a nearby Elise her cell phone.
"I have pizza on speed dial," she said, before going back to her unfinished stein of imported beer.
"Hahaha," giggled Elise, "The buttons are all mushing together. Look--the screen glows blue!"
Maize and Frank exchanged worried glances, and Frank gently pried the phone from Elise's hands.
"Why don't you play with some peanut butter, Elise? I hear that stuff is absolutely hilarious when you're high," he said, with some caution.
Maize crossed her arms, "Man, where the hell do you GET all your stuff, Elise? I can barely find a decent dealer around here--and the homegrown stuff is absolute shit."
"As if you could afford it in the first place," said Tweesa, raising an eyebrow, "drugs are expensive."
"...yeah--come to think of it, where is Elise getting the money to PAY for this stuff?" asked Frank, as he waited for someone at the Pizza place to pick up the phone.
"Who knows? Maybe she's making all this stuff in her basement. It wouldn't suprise me," said Maize.
"I'm not thaaaat high," said Elise lazily, "this stuff is pretty weak--I've just got a sliiiiight buzz from this joint." She took a long drag. "Truuust me. This ain't no bong." She meandered off to the back room. "I'll be riiight back you guys. Just looking for some peanut butter, issall."
An akward pause.
"Well, at least she's still coherent," said Maize, once Elise had left. "Last time I tried something she gave me, I was out for a week."
Frank glared at her. "I thought you'd said that you were visiting one of your friends who got banned to the inner circle of hell!"
"Naaah," said Maize breezily, "I don't have friends who've been banned to the inner circle of hell. Speaking of which, when the HELL is our pizza getting here!?"
Frank glared and hung up the phone. Maize threw a coaster at him, only to have it riccochet off the wall and nearly hit Tweesa's face.
From some distant corner came the sound of Elise's voice--"I found the peanut butter! YES!"
A pause.
A crash.
"Someone ought to go check on her," said Teresa, not moving from her chair.
"Yeah. Someone should," said Maize, who started pouring herself another drink.
Frank sighed as he went to find the source of Elise's disembodied voice.
"Assholes."