| These boots were made for walkin' -- Lorne's Entrance |
[18 Jul 2008|02:31pm] |
Who: Lorne [Open to a greeter!]
When: April 19th
What: Lorne fell into a dimension portal, apparently. Again.
He was supposed to be at the Bellagio, hobknobbing with Vegas talents and cracking jokes with Elvis impersonators. He was supposed to be drinking mojitos made by beautiful bartenders and watching the people cruise by. There were many things that Lorne was supposed to do.
So someone please tell him why he was ankles over teakettle in a..fountain..of all things? "Must have taken a wrong turn at Alberqurque, again." He did, in fact, feel like Bugs Bunny.
Struggling to stand, Lorne made an indignant (and, frankly, girly) noise at the fact that his favourite charcoal grey trousers and sea-blue shirt were wet. Dry cleaning was going to be expensive! The green-skinned Vegas-act-to-Be sighed and looked around.
There were no neon lights. No Wayne Newton Boulevard.
The Powers That Be has some 'splaining to do!
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