http://foxy-l33t.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] ways_back_room2008-01-21 06:50 pm

And with a Crash-

Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."


There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


BACKROOM INVASION! Tag freely! Threadhop! Make crack! It's not canon and it doesn't really happen! Allons-y!
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[personal profile] evil_koala_626 2008-01-22 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
"How in the hell did you get your hands on a reindeer shin bone in the middle of the eighteenth century Caribbean?"

Enquiring minds want to know!
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[personal profile] pirate_jack 2008-01-22 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
His grin broadens.

"All manner of things what might be able to make their way into the hands of a man what's prone to acquiring them," Jack says. "But happens as there's a story for each piece of shiny in me hair... including that one."