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Tweak says, "I'm the man."

Katherina "Tria" Parionni (redwaitress) wrote in snyderville,
@ 2009-11-28 14:48:00

Entry tags:

bob moran, katherina parionni, mickey deez

Who: Tria Parionni, Bob the Biker, bunch of NPCs
What: A zombie is in the basement
Where: Heaven's Demons
When: Who even notices the date anymore
Rating: At least PG or PG-13 I'm guessing
Status: Incomplete

Heaven's Demons was situated in the older parts of Synderville. Built in the year after World War II, paranoid developers had equipped the building with an underground bomb shelter, in case war broke loose again. The shelter consisted of a living area, and two small bedrooms. Sadly, it was never used as the developers intended. Over the years, it became storage chambers, a laundry room, gambling rings and more recently a marijuana nursery.

A few years back, the owner of the building, Terry "Redneck" Jackson, turned the rundown place into a bar. Heaven's Demons, it was called. Within a year, the bar had gained enough popularity among the Harley lovers to be the place to be--if you had a thing for bikes. Soon, the small time crooks wanted in; it ended badly, with multiple fractured ribs. This was biker territory, no criminals allowed--unless you had a badass bike.

After the first zombies popped up, Redneck and the other bikers turned the bomb shelter into the food, booze and ammo stash. Marijuana was sold and laundered until there was enough firearms to invade Russia. The rest of the building became the home to many of Redneck's friends and few remaining employees.

Tria Parionni and Josie Helinn walked down the stairs that led to the employee's apartments above the bar. Josie readied the tables, and Tria cleaned the bar. Heaven's Demons would open in an hour, and the other waitress had the flu. Staff was hard to come by these days. Everyone was too busy killing off zombies or finding food. As the bikers poured into the bar, Tria pasted on her sexiest smile and greeted them by name. There were rarely any new faces coming in the door, after all.

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fat_boy
2009-11-28 03:18 pm UTC (link)

Bob would vehemently deny that he was an alcoholic. No way, man, he was just eager to enjoy that first beer of the day. Accordingly, Bob was right there with the rest of the burly men shouldering their way through the door.

Heaven's Demons was the trippiest scene in town--zombies running around everywhere, the world coming to an end, and these cats carried on like it was just business as usual. Bob delved in a pocket and produced a grubby wad of bills, slapping them down on the bar when his turn came. Business as usual was just fine by him. Rolling dead bodies was even easier than rolling drunks.

"Tria, sugar, you look more gorgeous every time I see you." He could no more stop himself from flirting with the waitress than he could prevent the superstitious need to blow the vapor out of the bottle neck before taking that first sip. Anyway, the girls ought to know by now that he was harmless.

"You're looking so good, Redneck's gonna have to rename this place Heaven's Angels," Bob rambled on. Another swig of breakfast, and his eyes actually focused on the woman on the other side of the counter.

"How's it going, kiddo?"

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redwaitress
2009-11-29 03:50 am UTC (link)

Tria nodded as the bikers ordered their beers, scotchs and rum--no fancy uptown drinks, here. "Good morning, Bob, darlin'. I'm doin' great, as usual. Did you meet any of those things on your way over?"

With one hand, Tria fingered under the bar to locate the mugs. The broken glassware had never been replaced, so liqour was emptied into assorted ceramic mugs and plastic cups. Only a few glasses were left, and Redneck kept those for special occasion. The ones who liked their beer straight from the bottle, of course didn't need any mugs. "You all know I'm the only reason you all are still comin' here everyday."

Tria sent the last order down to the bald biker at the other end of the bar and counted the cash. There was a also a small packet of white powder in her hand. Most people still had money, but for the unfortunately ones, Redneck also accepted other sorts of payment. Drugs, alcohol, ammo, cigarettes, food; anything that was of value these days. "If Redneck ever renames this place, you can be sure I'll put up a fight."

	redwaitress 2009-12-02 03:02 am UTC (link)
	Tria took small breaths, and blinked. She licked her lips and gave the dead zombie a kick. Feeling satisfied, she smoothed her hair and picked up the bags on the ground. Tria would not be zombie chow today. Or any other day at all if she could help it. She set Martha down on the bar, next to Bob. Hearing Bob's words, she turned to the crowd. "What?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fat_boy 2009-12-02 03:14 am UTC (link)
	Bob glanced back at Tria, then turned and pointed wordlessly to one of the bikers. The man was sprawled on the floor, mostly hidden behind the crowd. Clearly the zombie hadn't been the only one hit by a bullet or two. Unsure of what else to do, Bob tipped his head back and drained the bottle. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fat_boy 2009-12-03 02:33 am UTC (link)
	"Man, we gotta get him over to the jail," Bob said slowly, clearly reluctant to make the suggestion. The Compton County lock-up was the last place Bob wanted to go back to, but the alternative was to stand by and watch Redneck bleed to death. He stood and met Tria's worried gaze. "I mean, it ain't like we can call nine-one-one," he added, apologetic. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)