When the music changes, so does the dance.

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[Friday, January 22 (Day 236)]
[Kitchen, Tavern of Hell]
[Night - almost closing time]


Cookie's drunk, just like I planned.

I've fed him one beer after another, smiling sweeter and wider with every drink he's put away.  Should I take him downstairs?  I'm considering it and I smile, sweet as one of his pies, as I say, "You did great today, Cookie.   I'm really happy with the way you've fit right in with the other employees and everyone seems to genuinely like you." 

I move around the table, casually getting closer to him as I say, "The customers like you too.  Even the grumpy ones."  I like you too, Cookie.  I like you alot.  Maybe enough to get you to the basement.

I push another brew his way and say, "This one's called The Hop Devil.  It's a nice, clear beer, pale, see-through yellow, with little head. It is Indian Pale Ale, and it has a smooth, malty taste, with a heavy bitter final note."  I tilt head and say, "Tell me what you think of it." 

Yes, and while you do that, I'll think about you instead.


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When the music changes, so does the dance.

[norn-verdandi.livejournal.com]

[Friday, January 22 (Day 236)]
[Kitchen, Tavern of Hell]
[Night - almost closing time]


Cookie's drunk, just like I planned.

I've fed him one beer after another, smiling sweeter and wider with every drink he's put away.  Should I take him downstairs?  I'm considering it and I smile, sweet as one of his pies, as I say, "You did great today, Cookie.   I'm really happy with the way you've fit right in with the other employees and everyone seems to genuinely like you." 

I move around the table, casually getting closer to him as I say, "The customers like you too.  Even the grumpy ones."  I like you too, Cookie.  I like you alot.  Maybe enough to get you to the basement.

I push another brew his way and say, "This one's called The Hop Devil.  It's a nice, clear beer, pale, see-through yellow, with little head. It is Indian Pale Ale, and it has a smooth, malty taste, with a heavy bitter final note."  I tilt head and say, "Tell me what you think of it." 

Yes, and while you do that, I'll think about you instead.


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