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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[A beach chaise appears on the Plane (on the beach, oddly enough), and with it a demon. He's not even wearing his typical suit this time—just a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and black slacks. And the sunglasses, of course.]

[Sadly, the tall glass in his hand (the kind you normally find filled with bright and fruity sorts of alcohol) appears to be empty save for a little paper umbrella. He tips his sunglasses up with his free hand and stares forlornly at the glass for a moment.]

Bugger. We'll see if I tip her again.

Comments

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Everyone deserves a holiday every once in awhile! Though you didn't look all that happy about it a moment ago. Is something wrong?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I should say.

[He holds his empty glass up and shakes it a bit for emphasis]

This has been empty for going on ten minutes now.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[She smiles.] Oh, you poor, poor dear~

Certainly, though, you could ask for a refill?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

What, and leave my beach chair? Surely you jest.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

It is a very nice-looking chair~