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RP
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Apollo begins laughing at Jack. “Seriously you could’ve chosen a better outfit!” <i>Apollo slowly begins evaporating the water near the door. </i>”Once the water is clear from the door, Jack, open it as fast as possible. The pressure out there is a lot less so we’ll be pulled out instantly.”
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Katherine grabbed onto Apollo, planning on using him, just in case, when the door is opened.
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“Don’t worry. If anyone gives us trouble, a 200 pound man in drag and neon leggings will beat their asses.” Jack said confidently, applying mascara.
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Apollo looks assuringly at Katherine. “Not the first time I’ve been hit by a door.” Apollo opens the door and the three are thrown out onto a table.
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Katherine buried her head in Apollo’s shoulder, holding back the urge to laugh.
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Katherine straightened herself out like she wasn’t affected at all by what happened. Apollo breaking her fall.
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Apollo gets up immediately, helping the other two up. “At least I wasn’t hit this time!” Door immediately blasts off its hinges, throwing Apollo into a wall.
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Jack sashayed out of the door, walking in heels.
“Ow, these things fucking hurt. HiFly, be a good bartender and don’t poison anyone. Katherine, let Rose out for a while to be a waitress. And good luck. I’ll be onstage.” Jack disappeared.
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Katherine did as told and Rose came out. The happy counterpart looked around confused, “What’s going on?” She giggled as she saw Jack go on stage. “Seriously, what did I miss?”
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Apollo leaps behind the bar and begins serving the first customer. “So that would be a green te-li-qua right?” <i>Closes eyes and starts floating drink glasses and bottles in the air, cluttering the space around the bar. </i>”That would be two hundred credits for the 6 glasses, but I don’t need money. Keep it, sir.” After declining the money, Apollo points the man to an empty seat and hands him the drinks.
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“You’re a waitress. Try to get the dude with warts on his face who looks like an armadillo to tell you about where he’s hiding guns. Also, have fun! 10,000 dollars extra in your paycheck if you succeed in him telling you first. I’ll be onstage undercover, dancing.”
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Rose giggled a bit excited, “Ooh! If I have that money I’ll buy so much pudding and cards!” Rose immediately approached a couple at a table and assumed her role, fitting in perfectly. She didn’t immediately approach the guy as she wanted to seem inconspicuous.
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Rose disappeared to and fro as she served customers and made idle chatter. Soon she approached the man with warts who didn’t seem to have ordered yet. “Excuse me sir, is there anything you would like to order?” Rose gave a smile towards him.
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As Jack danced, he thought about his group. Ody’s Ody. Apollo’s back. Katherine seems alright, but Rose is nicer. Jack wondered if they knew they were an OGA experiment. Geralt’s kind of a dog man, and that made Jack slightly uncomfortable. If that made him racist, he wasn’t sure. Maybe ignorant. Anyway. Did I leave my refrigerator open? Why do I always think in the third person? Because Jack told a story through his head, sometime thinking his actions out loud like a movie and to allow the reader to know what he’s doing. Yeah. I mean, what? What reader? I dunno. Did I leave my refrigerator on? Shit, I am going to get a bill up the ass. I hope that mean old lady down the hall doesn’t let her dog piss in the hallway again. That was gross. Dogs, man. Dog. Man. Dog man. Geralt. Fuck, I keep thinking about that! How is he a fucking dog? Gross. I’m kind of hungry. Jack motioned for Rose, coming offstage for a moment.
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A friendly smile that didn’t give away any information. “Ah yes, anything you request?”
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