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Post by Jeremy on Feb 25, 2008 1:30:44 GMT -5
*Jeremy brushes his hands on his pants, sawdust flying into the air. He stands next to a sawhorse and looks around at the construction. Seems kinda silly that he was making a place entirely for self inserts but he was taking the time to build it by hand. Sure, manifesting the building's interior would have been easier but as he wiped the sweat from his brow and looked down at his dirty tank top Jeremy knew it was more fun this way. There was always something more satisfying about putting your own sweat and blood into the wood work and as he looked down at the Spider Robinson book he was taking inspiration from Jeremy couldn't help but smile.*
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 26, 2008 1:57:18 GMT -5
*The next day Jeremy was sitting at the large hearth, slowly applying mortar to the stones and sliding them in place. It was dirty work and the stones were heavy be he liked the look. Jeremy wiped his arm across his brow, not noticing the bit of gray mortar on his forehead and stood slowly, his joints popping audibly.*
"Murtaugh was right... I'm getting too old for this."
*He walked through the hanging plastic sheets that separated the new room from his restaurant and fetched himself a glass of water from behind the counter. Jeremy rested against the cold counter top picking up the Callahan Chronicals and reading as he rested.*
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 27, 2008 20:50:54 GMT -5
*The next day Jeremy looked around the room. Building it from the ground up was rough work, especially with keeping an ear out for someone coming in for some grub. Add that to the possibility that he'd be behind the counter in the new addition when some poor emotionally distraught and unnaturally attractive woman came in looking for comfort... food. That's what made up his mind as he dusted off his hands and placed a freshly made HELP WANTED sign in the window of his restaurant.*
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Hedonism
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Post by Hedonism on Feb 27, 2008 21:10:04 GMT -5
*Not long after Hedonism manifested on the street outside, arching her back in a feline stretch. There. That was better. She'd heard that the Riders were in town and that was always good for s**ts and giggles. Been a while after all. She glanced side to side, feeling the city out. This was definitely her kind of place. A place that shouldn't be too boring. Her dangerous looking heels clacked on the pavement as she set out with determination in her face. But then...what was that? She stopped dead, inhaling deeply. Mmm...now that's what she needed. She followed the smell to a door, pushing it open and stepping inside. Smiling with a hint of lust, she surveyed the cozy environment and sucked at her lip.*
"Now this is my kind of place."
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 27, 2008 21:27:13 GMT -5
*Jeremy had just stepped through the plastic curtain hanging between the hopper and the new addition. The ringing of the bell at the door made him poke his head back in. He blinked once and grinned.*
"Howdy... welcome to the Grasshopper and the Scorpion. Give me a second to get washed up and I'll set you up."
*Stepping through the curtain Jeremy wiped his hands on his tank top as he walked to the sink. Raising his voice to be heard over the running water he started scrubbing his hands.*
"Forgive the mess... we're expanding. What can I get you for starters?"
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Post by Hedonism on Feb 27, 2008 21:31:05 GMT -5
*Hedonism licked her lip slowly, her hips slinking as she made her way confidently to one of the counter stools. She leaned far over the counter, her cleavage accented by her stance. She looked him over hungrily.*
"I don't know...whatya got back there?"
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 27, 2008 21:41:23 GMT -5
*Jeremy chuckled and blushed slightly as he toweled off and found a clean apron.*
"Well I picked up a duck, a few chickens, a rack of lamb and some oysters from the market this morning... so that's whats fresh. Plenty of sides as well... anything interest you?"
*He poured water into a chilled glass and slid it across the counter top, trying not to stare.*
Well I doubt she's from this period... wonder who's she is.
"I'm not real big on planning out an in depth menu. Generally I'm just happy to make up whatever someone wants. So what is it you want?"
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Post by Hedonism on Feb 27, 2008 21:47:23 GMT -5
*She smiled and looked him over. The front wasn't bad either. Her tongue caressed her lip slowly as she considered.*
"Something filling...something...yummy."
*Her eyes found his and her lips pouted as she came to a decision.*
"I guess a little bit of everything is just what I need."
So get to work, boy.
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 27, 2008 21:58:46 GMT -5
*Looking at what he had available then back up at her Jeremy grinned and offered her a wink.*
"So you're giving me free reign? No limits? Might be a bit dangerous... my tastes aren't very... local."
*He pulled a large pot down, filled it with water and placed it on the stove top. Adding a large frying pan Jeremy looked up.*
"By the way... my name's Jeremy. Owner, operator here. And care for something to drink other than water?"
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Post by Hedonism on Feb 27, 2008 22:04:06 GMT -5
*She eyed him hard for a moment, a smile spreading on her face as she pulled out a silver cigarette case. She removed a Turkish Gold, replaced the case in her purse and tapped the smoke on the back of her hand.*
"I am not afraid."
*Her words were fearless and she leaned on the counter.*
"And yes. Something hard would be perfect."
*She arched a brow.*
"And a light if you got it."
*She pursed her lips, extending the cigarette towards him slightly.*
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 27, 2008 22:17:04 GMT -5
You're a good woman... of course you may be the antichrist.
*Producing his zippo from a pocket Jeremy flicks it and cups the flame for her to light her cigarette from. That done he stashes the black lighter back in his jeans.*
"Always... how hard would you like? Little mixed drink or something straight up?"
*Bite sized mushrooms and some dark red powder goes into the boiling water, the pan getting a generous slab of butter which starts to sizzle almost instantly. Another pan gets pulled down and some bacon thrown in.*
"Well since we've got you set up at the V.I.P. section where you get to talk to the cook while he works mind if I ask your name?"
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Post by Hedonism on Feb 27, 2008 22:25:56 GMT -5
Damn right, I am. Only not quite as cute. Not wearing a bustle either.
*Hedonism let out a soft laugh and drew a full drag on the cigarette, holding it for a moment and savoring it, eyes shut. Slowly, she exhaled, looking near blissful.*
"Straight up and hard as you can manage. Thank you."
*Her tongue slipped over her teeth invitingly.*
"And well, I have a few. But I always find I like it more when you call me what you want to."
*Her lashes lowered as she purred, striking a slightly pouty pose.*
"So tell me, Jeremy. What do you fancy?"
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 27, 2008 22:44:10 GMT -5
*Snorting slightly Jeremy wiped his hand on his apron and ducked below the counter briefly. He came up with a bottle of liquid amber.*
"Macallan single malt scotch. 50 years old."
*Setting up a pair of glasses, Jeremy adds just a hint of room temperature water and pours in a few fingers worth of the whiskey. Sliding one into her hand he took the chance to trace his fingertips along the line of her fingers. The other glass is offered in a toast with a wink.*
"And as far as my fancy... whatya got?"
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Post by Hedonism on Feb 27, 2008 22:50:36 GMT -5
*She smiled as he poured and offered her glass in echo to his toast. She sipped gently, enjoying it with the refined expertise of a connoisseur. Then she slammed the rest of it back and pushed the glass over the counter to him, looking at it expectantly.*
"We talking names or vices?"
*Her eyes sparkled, firmly set on his.*
"Either way, I have plenty to choose from."
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Post by Queen Dopplepopplus on Feb 27, 2008 23:01:12 GMT -5
((OMG
TOMBSTONE FOR THE WIN!))
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