lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.comDawn had been walking through town, enjoying the cooling fall weather when she passed by Caritas. She waved to two of the zombies who were outside catching a cigarette before their shift (hey, they were dead, what did they care about lung cancer?) and tried out her very, very basic zombie--which involved grunting, mostly. Just your standard "Hello. How are you? Eat any good brains lately?"
Apparently her zombie needed work, because not two minutes later, she was behind the bar and Tino had locked himself in the men's room. The entire band looked at her expectantly. The guitarist pointed at the blender.
She folded her arms over her chest. "Forget it. Even I'm not making brain milkshakes."
More pointing, and some grunts.
"Fine. With or without chocolate syrup?"
More grunting.
"Oh, that's just gross."
Looked like Dawn was stuck there for the rest of the night.