Devil's Nest, Monday, 10/06
Jack shouldn't have looked over Tiny's shoulder to see what the other bartender was writing. It was bad enough to realize it was a mash note. But when he read enough of the text to discover it seemed to be a mash note to a zombie -- or, even more disturbing, some other paramour who could be wooed with a gift of brains -- there really wasn't enough brain bleach in all the world.
He'd be restocking the bar, staying as far from Tiny as he could manage for the night.
[OOC: Open bar/no OCD.]
He'd be restocking the bar, staying as far from Tiny as he could manage for the night.
[OOC: Open bar/no OCD.]