Tending Tiiime
Clementine's in somewhat of a lazy mood tonight. It probably has to do with the 'recreational cigarette' she smoked a couple of minutes ago out back to calm herself for the next ten hours of Halloween-fueled madness on her side of the door.
She's comfortably hazy as she writes out the:
MENU:
Stoner on Acid
Sex on the Grass
Pink Panty Pulldowns
Isn't Steely Dan the best damn band in the world?
Isn't it?
If it isn't, name me a better band.
They'd better be damn good
The Beatles don't count.
If you do, 'll give you a free drink. If I can find it.
And now bartending is open for the night.
[OOC: in quasi-celebration of her PB's birthday! Post is open 'til the next tending, slowtimes are love, and I should be in crackchat in a second.]
She's comfortably hazy as she writes out the:
MENU:
Stoner on Acid
Sex on the Grass
Pink Panty Pulldowns
Isn't Steely Dan the best damn band in the world?
Isn't it?
If it isn't, name me a better band.
They'd better be damn good
The Beatles don't count.
If you do, 'll give you a free drink. If I can find it.
And now bartending is open for the night.
[OOC: in quasi-celebration of her PB's birthday! Post is open 'til the next tending, slowtimes are love, and I should be in crackchat in a second.]