003: [Holo/Location: Merlotte's] This ain't a public request, bitches.
If you could smell through the Tablets, then damn you'd be smellin' some mighty fine burgers right about now. Unknowingly, at first, to Lafayette, the Tablet turns on while he's frying food in the kitchen of Merlotte's. Not that the bar's particularly full of people who have more than half a brain lodged in their heads. But nonetheless, Lafayette seems to be in rather good spirits. He's doing a little shoulder jig as he cooks.
When he finally notices he's being broadcast, he gives the Tablet a dramatic rolling of black-lined eyes. Well, when you got it, flaunt it, says this eye-rolling. Camera, set, action.
"Well, since I gots yo' attention," he says, leaning on the back of his leg and giving a little twirl of the spatula. This is Lafayette at his finest, for those who know him. Lafayette doing what he can to grasp some sense of what was, for those who know him a little too well. "Sookie di'nt bring this mo'fuckin' bar just to have it's sexy ass cooks servin' meat to a bunch of zombie folk who don't know no good food if they rubbed they blank faces in it. Might as well be servin' to a bunch of blow up dolls."
There's a high-pitched squeal of disapproval in the background, to which Lafayette clearly disregards.
"We gots good food, good beer, and all the mm, sex-on-legs service you can handle. I isn't just talkin' about me, now. Get yo' asses up in this place. We ain't servin' up that futuristic hatches bullshit."
When he finally notices he's being broadcast, he gives the Tablet a dramatic rolling of black-lined eyes. Well, when you got it, flaunt it, says this eye-rolling. Camera, set, action.
"Well, since I gots yo' attention," he says, leaning on the back of his leg and giving a little twirl of the spatula. This is Lafayette at his finest, for those who know him. Lafayette doing what he can to grasp some sense of what was, for those who know him a little too well. "Sookie di'nt bring this mo'fuckin' bar just to have it's sexy ass cooks servin' meat to a bunch of zombie folk who don't know no good food if they rubbed they blank faces in it. Might as well be servin' to a bunch of blow up dolls."
There's a high-pitched squeal of disapproval in the background, to which Lafayette clearly disregards.
"We gots good food, good beer, and all the mm, sex-on-legs service you can handle. I isn't just talkin' about me, now. Get yo' asses up in this place. We ain't servin' up that futuristic hatches bullshit."