➠ x11

[agentkane]

[Well, good evening, Paradisa! If your journal happens to be open right now, you are currently being treated to the sound of a blender loudly whirring. There's some general rustling, then a damp spot on the page as some triple sec gets splashed around. Lana uses this opportunity to speak, as she brushes away the liquid.]Sorry about that. Margaritas

Comments

[iamdamnloyal]

Oh, my God, that sounds so perfect. [Guess who doesn't even care if she can't really enjoy the taste of things. She just needs a drink.]

I am so there. Like, there-there.

[agentkane]

Oh, great! Do I... know you? I mean, have we met?

[iamdamnloyal]

Oh... uhm, I don't think so? I'm Harmony.

[agentkane]

Nice to meet you, Harmony. I'm Lana. Kane. Lana Kane. [She always forgets that there's another Lana]

/placeholds before bed

[bro_codebreaker]

Awesome. And when I say awesome? I mean legendary.

[he'll show up, suited up, with a understatedly snazzy Mexican-patterned tie, and an armload of various chips and salsas. you saw no unintentional parrot-tag]

i agree with bed

[agentkane]

[Lana's just sitting on the counter, next to several pitchers of different margaritas.]

Good, food! Maybe someone knows how to make queso.

[bro_codebreaker]

Pssh. I'm a Super Bowl veteran, of course I know how to make queso. [he smirks] The Jets cheerleaders loved it. True story.

[agentkane]

[Lana bites back a whole bunch of snark about bragging and Barney not being able to bag a Giants cheerleader. She wants some cheese dip!]

Well, go for it.