She has an apple.

She is eating it at a table in the corner with near-orgasmic-glee written all over her face, leaning back in the chair with her feet propped up on the table.

That may have been a moan.

If Lenny wrote a book, he'd title it "The Life and Times of a Chicken Sitter ( Read more... )

Even geniuses need a break from time to time. As such, Sikozu is sitting in a booth. Doing absolutely nothing.

Well, there's people watching. She is still Security, after all, and keeping an eye on things is part of the job.

There's an extremely good chance she's not noticed the mistletoe above her. Either that, or she simply doesn't care.

Elaine is sitting at a prominent table with one chair across from herself, with a notepad and a pencil, waiting for the candidates for interviews to show up ( Read more... )

Lenny Inchpot: Son, Brother, Friend.

Lenny Inchpot: Smart-aleck, entrepreneur, interviewee.

Completely botherable! (Come tease him about the suit, if you'd like).

Elaine's downstairs, ready with her tray to wait on tables.

She's also distracted with thinking about the interviews she needs to conduct tomorrow.

But she's ready to serve you.

There is food on a table. Not as much as usual for this particular patron, but more than would be expected by the average passer-by ( Read more... )

And 'lo, there be Lenny.

Eating: Yams and turkey, fully aware that he's a good two or three weeks early. Mmmmmmyams

Reading: The Hobbit. Been way too long.

And yes, before you ask, he has the chicks back.

They're a bit bigger now though. And losing their colored feathers.

Lenny's been downstairs for a good long while now, having realized that yes, in fact, this is that crazy bar he spent some time in less than five years ago (his time).

He's got a key for his old room, a nice meal, and some paper and a pen.

And eventually, after some deep, concentrated thinking, Lenny writes ( two notes. One Addressed to Cassie, the other to Sikozu. )

This is not an entrance post. Nay, it is a re-entrance post ( Read more... )