"No." Bo crossed her arms behind the bar and ignored the balloon Tiny was holding out to her. "I already told you my terms. The whole thing or no deal."

Tiny held up his phone in the other hand, then made a show of putting it away. Bo just shook her head.

"No. I don't care if you record me. I'm just not doing it without the quid pro quo." She ( Read more... )

After two years worth of kids -- hers and other people's -- tromping in, you'd think Bo would be able to predict when this was going to go down and dress at least vaguely like she didn't work in a particularly dangerous brothel slash martial arts studio, but in her defense, last year it happened after Prom. She thought she had at least two more ( Read more... )

After the third time she got shot, Bo was completely frakking over this 'storm the gates' idea. So though she'd planned on skipping out, she found herself behind the bar tonight after all, if only to make up for the cash she'd lost today.

The specials board read:

Sick of paying for coming back from the dead? Me too.
One free Corpse Reviver per ( Read more... )

It felt like a finale day, didn't it, Fandom? It wasn't. Word had been passed around that this would be the day Fandom would rise up and charge at Hyperion's dig site in the afternoon, and make an attempt to break through the perimeter to discover just what was happening inside, and whether the Vault key was there, and whether they could get it ( Read more... )

"Seriously, Tiny? They're salt and pepper shakers. And they're elves. I bought them because they reminded me of my grandma's house."

Tiny just pointed and shook his head again, then headed out to stand at the door. Outside the door, because he refused to come back in until Bo got rid of them ( Read more... )

"We are not leaving that sign up." Or rather, since Bo had already ripped it down and was using the rolled-up paper to gesticulate, it might be more accurate to say they weren't putting it back up. "I'm down with No Ukeleles, but No Gnomes? What the hell, Tiny? Since when did you turn racist? Okay, speciesist, whatever. Not cool ( Read more... )

Bo had seen some creepy-ass things in her time. Hell, Bo had been some creepy-ass things in her time. She'd never, however -- and she was counting mechanical spiders and rabid alien-infested teal deer here -- seen anything creepier than Tiny hunched over his smartphone, staring at the BBC Breaking feed, his shoulders shaking and eyes suspiciously ( Read more... )

Was Tiny going to ask why Tino was hiding under the bar? No. No, he was not.

Was Tino going to tell him anyway? Yes, yes of course he was.

Was "Shhh, dominatrixes will get me!" going to make any sense, ever? No, no it was not. Nor was it spelled right.

As for Bo, Tiny just assumed dominatrices got her, and set up the bar by himself.

[OOC: It's ( Read more... )

Tiny arrived to find a note on the counter:

Due to an unexpected delay in ongoing contract negotiations, the part of Bo will be played tonight by Dustin Hoffman Warren Beatty Dolph Lundgren this slightly soggy jack-o-lantern with an axe embedded in the top left side of its face. Good luck with that.He'd probably be more concerned if he hadn't ( Read more... )

Bo had been here. For about 30 seconds ( Read more... )