32nd Inning

[freakinblur]

[There's something going on outside 1451 Mitchell today! Two people, specifically Scout and Ema Skye, are sitting at a card table at what looks to be a lemonade stand. Except it's not a lemonade stand. There's a hastily-made, messy sign hanging up front reading "DELICIOUS HOMEMADE LIQ DRINKS, 5 CENTS". There's several pitchers and cups out on the table filled with questionable liquids. There's a very, very strong smell of booze coming from them. And the two manning the table are giggling like maniacs because they're drunk as skunks.

So what do you say, Mayfield? Care to find out what the hell is going on? Do you approach?]

_{[[Posting order - you > Scout > Ema. I'll be scarce tonight but I'll be definitely on top of tags tomorrow!]]}

Comments

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Um. You're kind of creepy.

[shoeofbaileys.livejournal.com]

[What the hell? Do these people not know who he is? Time to educate these suckers.]

I'M OLD GREGG!!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Blinkblinkblink. This is just weird. Then he just forwns at you.]


Look pally, are ya buyin' or ain'tcha?

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

...that's nice?

["Weird" doesn't even begin to cover this scenario.]

Here, we'll give you a cup for free if you just go away.