Happy Hour!
Clementine really wasn't expecting to be given the Napkin of Truth tonight.
Mostly because she's handcuffed herself to her belt loop and can't find the key.
"Please," she begs, running a hand through her hair. "ANYONE but me. I'll pay you..."
The napkin doesn't disappear. She groans.
After a protracted amount of time, she manages to squeak out a shakily-written menu:
*** SPECIALS ***
Pink Police
Hot Bitch
The Party Girl
Craft Beers of your choosing
Ice Cream sodas and shakes
Law enforcement officials drink at half-price.
Your order's free if you know how to unlock a set of handcuffs without the keys.
She'll be here all night, sulking and waiting for your order.
[OOC: Pingable and in crackchat all night!]
Mostly because she's handcuffed herself to her belt loop and can't find the key.
"Please," she begs, running a hand through her hair. "ANYONE but me. I'll pay you..."
The napkin doesn't disappear. She groans.
After a protracted amount of time, she manages to squeak out a shakily-written menu:
*** SPECIALS ***
Pink Police
Hot Bitch
The Party Girl
Craft Beers of your choosing
Ice Cream sodas and shakes
Law enforcement officials drink at half-price.
Your order's free if you know how to unlock a set of handcuffs without the keys.
She'll be here all night, sulking and waiting for your order.
[OOC: Pingable and in crackchat all night!]