Feb 11, 2012 22:42
You pick a fine time to be back in the Bar, Spider Nancy. After a long day of lounging, drinking, and all general godness like that there...the man who would be Anansi's son decided that it was time to get away from it all and have a drink. This may sound utterly redundant, but look who you're talking to. So saying, he stepped over to the Bar, orders a martiini to start with, and finds himself looking at a shoe. Funnily enough, it matches the pair he's wearing.
"Not what I was looking for, actually. Seems like there's a problem today."
Come to think of it, there had been some feeling on the way in that things were...somehow wrong today. Wait a minute! He's a god! He can fix this! Spider immediately god-voices that the orders he speaks will become reality, thinking that this will render repairs to the Bar in question.
*FWUMPH!*
That wasn't an encouraging sound... Perhaps this was a bad idea, Spider. maybe you should just put it ba-
"Dry martini, please."
A dry martini appears before him, and both the smell and the taste of it conforms to his desired wish.
"Perfect. How does that phrase go? I feel like a million bucks."
A rain of 10 and 20 dollar bills floats down from above. Spider looks up, shrugs, and pays no attention to the fact that he may have made every thing that anybody makes reference to - even unintentionally - entirely possible. In short: Guard your words carefully now...
mars,
spider nancy