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]

Five dollars a cup! [Pours a cup of a particularly strong brew and holds it out for him, grinning.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[One whiff and Edward wrinkles his nose.]

...the sign said five cents.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

5 cents. 5 bucks. Whatever! Ya give us money an' we give ya booze.

[He holds up a cup and shakes it enticingly at you, grinning.]

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Isn't that what I said? [No, Ema. It's not.]

Five dollars would buy you the whole stand, practically.



((ooc: Oops, that was a total goof on my part. ^^() Um, Ema's really drunk?))

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[After a moment's consideration, he shrugs and grins.]

All right. I'll bite.

[Edward accepts the cup from Scout, dropping five cents on the counter. He takes a tentative sip, smacks his lips together.]

This isn't half-bad!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

That's right! Only tha best from us!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

We want to provide quality booze, since the beer they sell here is really, really lame.