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Mar 10, 2008 22:35

Who: Chloe Finn Martel [Duban the Sage], Dylan Hurst[The Miller's Son], Bob Trowbridge[The Bridge Troll], Delilah Rousseau [Little Red], OPEN!
When: Monday at 9 p.m.
Where: 211 West 56th Street, Hooters.
What: Fried food, Beer, Boobs, and Shenanigans.
Rating: Pending.

( If there was anything in the world as beautiful as a fried chicken, it was a fried pickle. And if there was anything more perfect for it, it was a large pitcher of Blue Moon Belgian Wheat Ale. )

delilah rousseau, bob trowbridge, chloe martel, dylan hurst

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d_carabas March 11 2008, 03:58:37 UTC

Normally Dylan wouldn't set foot in a Hooters. They represented the worst sort of trashy, plastic consumerism that he was totally against. Totally. Plus he preferred his women way less fake-and-bake and vapid, thank you very much, and generally found the attentions of Hooters waitresses to be a cross between simpering and condescending--if such a thing were possible. Then Chloe had to go and mention fried pickles and, well, Dylan had been just a wee bit high when he read that. Suddenly the munchies set in with a vengeance and nothing other than deep fried pickles would satiate his craving so he found himself throwing a vintage black blazer over his faded Cloud Cult t-shirt and headed for the nearest subway station.

So it was with head bowed and stomach growling that he slouched into the restaurant, eyes intent on his dark green Pumas and hoping he could make it to wherever Chloe was sitting without attracting the attention of any of the bubbly, hotpants-wearing employees.

perussiscientia March 11 2008, 05:40:14 UTC

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d_carabas March 11 2008, 17:01:12 UTC

For a moment there Dylan was terrified that one of the Hooters girls had spotted him and quickly glanced up, seeking nearby routes of escape. Then he noticed it was Chloe hailing him--a rather tipsy looking Chloe, actually--and he visibly relaxed. Of course, at that very moment one of the waitresses chose to approach him and he managed to shrug his way out of what would have been a really uncomfortable confrontation with an, "I'm with her," before purposefully heading in Chloe's direction.

Reaching the table he claimed a stool for himself and sat down with obvious relief. "That was a close one."

perussiscientia March 11 2008, 21:33:29 UTC

"Just be happy we aren't in a southern restaurant." Chloe laughed as she sat down, pouring a his beer for him. "The waitresses were so desperate there that they'd sit on my ex husband's lap right in front of me."

A sip of her own came with a smirk, "So how are you, Mr. Hurst?"

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