C'mon down, kids

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

It felt good.

REALLY good.

Good to be back behind the bar at Chaney's, pouring drinks and handling customers who didn't follow the rules. So far she'd had to toss two people out onto the sidewalk for fighting, and that other guy seemed to finally be waking up.

The place was bustling, and Grace wouldn't have it any other way.

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[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"You said it, sister. I swear, for all the high-tech flyin' around, they don't know how to really make anything anymore. Even a Baby Ruth bar ain't a Baby Ruth bar these days. You can taste it."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She makes a face before she picks up one of the shotglasses he lined up on the bar for her. "Seems like nobody just goes dancin' anymore. Too busy hooked up to a Blackberry."

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Probably because if you try to 'just go dancing,' the band is just some rent-a-schmuck sitting at a laptop splicing together other people's music into some tuneless bunch of pig squealing with a half-ass fog machine and a couple of laser pointers."

One of his shots is literally catapulted from his thumb and down his hatch.

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

"No kiddin'," she says with a sigh. "Clubs aren't even pretendin' to be anythin' other than hookup joints now."

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Not that I've got a problem with hookup joints as a concept, but there's such a distinct lack of snazz everywhere ya look."

Plaz takes a long look into those eyes of hers, leaning a little closer.

"Well, except where I'm lookin' right now."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She lofts an eyebrow at him over the rim of that glass, and a smirk follows in its wake. "All due respect, sug, I think you're a li'l biased."

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Biased, huh? Now why might that be?"

Am I getting shot down? Is that a shoot-down in her voice? Come on, you can't shoot me down after a dance like that... holy guacamole, come on...

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't really pick this place out as a good pickup joint," she says, knocking the shot back, "And it ain't the best smellin', either," she adds, with a brief wrinkling of her nose. "Ya feel like blowin' it for somewhere a li'l more hygienic?"

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

He can't hide the Looney-Tune heart-thump jumping out of his chest, but his hands slap over it immediately to keep it to one jump.

"We're two crazy kids from the past in the City of Tomorrow. We've gotta be able to find somethin' here to strike our respective fancies."

He hops off the stool and drops a wad of cash on the bar for Grace to pay for the drinks, before offering an arm.

"Got anything snazz-tastic in mind, sweet cheeks?"

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

That grin returns as she accepts his arm. "Gotta admit sug, I ain't too familiar with where the good shindigs are in this city. You got a suggestion?"

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"I know all the joints back in the Windy City, but I don't get out Metropolis way all that often, lemme think here..."

A light bulb springs out of the top of his head as the hit the street outside. "Oh, I know a nice little jazz club across town, but I'd rather not suffer the cab stink - we're trying to be hygienic here."

Suddenly, he shifts into a sort of bird shape, but with a luxurious seat for her on his back, complete with seat belts and legroom so that she won't get too chilly in that miniskirt.

"So whaddaya think about hoppin' aboard and letting someone fly YOU somewhere for once? All expenses paid!"

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

"I think we need to quit yammerin' and get movin'!" she grins, as she climbs aboard. "Up and at 'em!" she whoops.

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

She's sitting in me. She's putting her tush on me. I could do so many naughty things right now... oh god...

His bird shape grows big ostrich legs to give them a running start, as a seatbelt slides across her waist like a gentle hug. Soon giant condor wings lift them off the street, flying over the City of Tomorrow in search of a little slice of yesteryear.