She smiled at the guy’s answer. “You just need to master one of his moves and toss it in sporadically,” she said. “Spin in a circle and grab your crotch or something.”
As for the contest question, Rhiannon had no idea, so she made something up. “Eleven.” It sounded reasonable to her. In her whirlwind of an employee training, it hadn’t come up. She opened a fresh jar of maraschino cherries to provide one for another bartender’s whisky sour. Then she turned and poured herself a glass of ice water, which she prayed would somehow trans-mutate into vodka on its way down her esophagus.
As she turned back to the counter, Rhiannon wondered where the evening might find Cian. It was a full moon, so she suspected he was out running rather than hosting a flock of trick-or-treaters at his front door. Possibly even running just to avoid a flock of trick-or-treaters.
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Re: Lucas and Open
on 2013-11-07 05:36 am (UTC)As for the contest question, Rhiannon had no idea, so she made something up. “Eleven.” It sounded reasonable to her. In her whirlwind of an employee training, it hadn’t come up. She opened a fresh jar of maraschino cherries to provide one for another bartender’s whisky sour. Then she turned and poured herself a glass of ice water, which she prayed would somehow trans-mutate into vodka on its way down her esophagus.
As she turned back to the counter, Rhiannon wondered where the evening might find Cian. It was a full moon, so she suspected he was out running rather than hosting a flock of trick-or-treaters at his front door. Possibly even running just to avoid a flock of trick-or-treaters.