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WHO: Tank Girl, Mitch Hundred
WHERE: On top of Tank's old bar, the Speakeasy.
WHEN: SOMETIME DURING THIS WEEK I GUESS
WARNINGS: Other than the illicit drugs? Nah.
SUMMARY: Pot, politics, lunch.
FORMAT: WHATEVER
She left a message for Mitch - nothing cryptic or ominous or any of her usual weird noise.
Just 'we should talk about our campaigns before things really swing into gear. wanna get lunch? tank'
And then there was some quick talking about where and when and that was that.
So here Tank was, on the roof, with a fine table and chairs, where they could enjoy not only a filling lunch, but the open air, without having to deal with other people. Or possibly police.
Tank leaned back in her chair, glad she got Booga to make all this food. If she did it, it probably would've blown.
Now she just had to wait for the guy to show up.
WHERE: On top of Tank's old bar, the Speakeasy.
WHEN: SOMETIME DURING THIS WEEK I GUESS
WARNINGS: Other than the illicit drugs? Nah.
SUMMARY: Pot, politics, lunch.
FORMAT: WHATEVER
She left a message for Mitch - nothing cryptic or ominous or any of her usual weird noise.
Just 'we should talk about our campaigns before things really swing into gear. wanna get lunch? tank'
And then there was some quick talking about where and when and that was that.
So here Tank was, on the roof, with a fine table and chairs, where they could enjoy not only a filling lunch, but the open air, without having to deal with other people. Or possibly police.
Tank leaned back in her chair, glad she got Booga to make all this food. If she did it, it probably would've blown.
Now she just had to wait for the guy to show up.