Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Thurs., 2/28

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

If you're going to be a cashier monkey, you might as well sell the bananas.

...not that Geoffrey's logic had extended that far, really. His was much more simple as he took up his new post. It went something like this:

Money = space = theater.

It was that last one which was the important one. And if you're wondering where 'food' and 'shelter' come into that equation, it's probably best you don't. He's not.

Comments

Geoffrey

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

He was looking rather bored and considering pulling one of the playtexts from his coat.

Enjoy your banana

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Don't mind the man playing with the razor blade on his tongue. Bananas are good!

OOC

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

...Geoffrey's probably thinking the world is ending. But that's what happens when you're broke.

Re: OOC

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

YAY, another banana stand employee! XD Did Mr. Manager mention wearing the banana suit? Because I'm sure Sky would be more than happy to bring it by later...

Re: OOC

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Yes, he has been told. Oh that's going to be interesting.

Re: OOC

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

SQUEE. XD I'll send him by as soon as he and Liir are done poking each others' issues.

Re: OOC

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Hehe.

...we mention that Geoffrey has attempted to throttle waterfowl, yes?

Re: Geoffrey

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

George Michael made his way to the stand, smiling with a slight wave to his newest employee. "How's it going?"

Re: OOC

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

Bwahahahahahahaha!

Poor Eddie.

Re: Geoffrey

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"'...hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling'," he muttered, mostly to himself. Or a frozen banana.

He perked up, however, and gave George Michael a smile.

"I'm alive. It hasn't burned down. No one's been arrested," he pointed out, scratching thoughtfully at his hair.

"Good."

Re: OOC

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

*cackles*

Re: Geoffrey

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

What was with that muttering?

Maybe it was like a... tick or something.

"That's, uh, good. Do you have any questions for me?"

Re: Geoffrey

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey had plenty of questions, but none of them were polite.

"How for the lot this stand is on? Like... what're the prices around here for renting a space, oh, about this big, perhaps a little bigger? You wouldn't happen to know about the real estate market around here, would you?"

Re: Geoffrey

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

"Uh, no, I don't know... I... my fiance manages the Arms Hotel. You might could check with her."

Re: Geoffrey

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

He nodded.

"Thanks. That works. Good. Sounds great."

There was a pause, and then--

"Banana?"

Re: Geoffrey

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

"No. No. I get enough of those when I'm working, but thanks. So, I guess I'll go now. Remember to wear the banana suit next Thursday."

Re: Geoffrey

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey gave him a thumbs up.

He wasn't promising to wear that thing. No. No way.

Re: Geoffrey

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

He gave him a slight wave as he headed off. "Later then."