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fatespoken) wrote2009-11-22 02:02 am
fatespoken) wrote2009-11-22 02:02 am
∞ [thirty-six] | accidental video post
[ The setting is Blue Light- low lights and loud chatter of a full house drowning out the cool jazz in the background. It's packed to the doors, mostly because it's a Saturday night and curse days indeed encourage people to take a few shots to their troubles.
The camera is focused on the bar, an area currently manned by one Peter Pevensie and... someone in an over sized, gray hooded sweat shirt. The hood is large enough to shield his- her face in shadows. Gray-hooded individual is currently making a cocktail for the customer in front of her. A customer who may already be mildly intoxicated ]
Hey, sweetheart. Why don't you show your face?
[ There's no response from the bartender, so he takes matters into his own hands, reaching over to pull down the hood with a tug. ]
There you go. That wasn't so bad was it? Next time wear something sexy and call me- the number's written on the Greens.
[ She's staring at him with a glower of death, and probably is a few seconds away from ripping out his throat. That doesn't stop him from forcing two Greens into her hand, as he pries his drink from her other. ]
...Right. How about you kill yourself instead?
[ With that, she tosses the coins at his face- it'd probably be more intimidating if her voice was lower. ]
Damn, girl. Who knew you were a saucy bitch.
[ And those few seconds are up, for there's a yelp and a clatter of a glass as the bartender punches the customer in the face. She- he meant to cause more than a bloody nose, but these hands are new. The video cuts off with the customer holding his nose and the girl shaking a now-bruised hand.]
[ooc: He would destroy![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ofsubservience, if he knew who you were. D< Replies from amorafelix. Either action or voice is fine.]
The camera is focused on the bar, an area currently manned by one Peter Pevensie and... someone in an over sized, gray hooded sweat shirt. The hood is large enough to shield his- her face in shadows. Gray-hooded individual is currently making a cocktail for the customer in front of her. A customer who may already be mildly intoxicated ]
Hey, sweetheart. Why don't you show your face?
[ There's no response from the bartender, so he takes matters into his own hands, reaching over to pull down the hood with a tug. ]
There you go. That wasn't so bad was it? Next time wear something sexy and call me- the number's written on the Greens.
[ She's staring at him with a glower of death, and probably is a few seconds away from ripping out his throat. That doesn't stop him from forcing two Greens into her hand, as he pries his drink from her other. ]
...Right. How about you kill yourself instead?
[ With that, she tosses the coins at his face- it'd probably be more intimidating if her voice was lower. ]
Damn, girl. Who knew you were a saucy bitch.
[ And those few seconds are up, for there's a yelp and a clatter of a glass as the bartender punches the customer in the face. She- he meant to cause more than a bloody nose, but these hands are new. The video cuts off with the customer holding his nose and the girl shaking a now-bruised hand.]
[ooc: He would destroy
ofsubservience, if he knew who you were. D< Replies from amorafelix. Either action or voice is fine.]
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You're just here to mock me. I'm not stupid.
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Nope. Just passing through.
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