Livin' It Up (open)

[Torriana Marx]

"Wow. Was this place designed with grannies in mind or what?"

Mouthing silent curses, Torri strode up to the counter, making sure to visibly display her displeasure at the music playing in the bar. She cleared her throat loudly, drumming the wooden surface with her fingers.

Nothing.

"AHEM."

The bartender looked her way, obviously startled. Before he had a chance to speak, she leant forward and propped her elbows up on the tabletop, lacing together her fingers and plastering a pitiful expression on her face.

"Please, mister ... please tell me you have some other selection of music! PLEASE!!"

The poor man stared at her, unblinking. Flinging herself halfway over the counter, she grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him violently.

"I CAN'T GO ON LIVING THIS WAY!"

[Dios Kane]

:: dios walked in and heard the awful music playing and he decided it had to stop! He walked over to the juke box and hit it a few times before putting money in. He turned on his kind of music. The kind you could dance slowly, lively, and fight to. Not to mention drink to. He heard the woman yeel before he got a seat.::
What way can you not live?

[Torriana Marx]

As the music changed, so did Torri's style of dramatics. She scrambled off the counter and blinked repeatedly. Yes, of course, the jukebox. There was always the jukebox. But the jukebox was so boring. She preferred the direct approach - and indeed, it had had the desired effect.

Sliding over to where her savior was sat, she perched herself on the table and slipped one leg over the other. Torri was a people-person.

"The kind of way where a man doesn't offer to buy a lady a drink."