[video]

[shifting]

All right. We're havin' an event at Merlotte's. It's been too damn long and I've missed the big ones, so I'm decidin' right now that one's happening. ....Wednesday. There, it's decided. M'callin' it "Take Back The Night". There'll be live music and drink specials and all sorts of good times. Just for fun, it'll be a semi-formal theme.

We're also still hirin' for a number of positions, and I'm in need of an assistant manager in a pretty bad way. Come on in for an interview any day this week between 2 an' 4.

[reaching over to shut off the monitor. Stops. Squints.]

...And I'd just like to say to certain unnamed parties that I taste just fine, so fuck you.

[click]

Comments

[magnetic_magpie]

I wouldn't mind the snow. I've spent enough time in the antarctic. But I do love mountains.

...I know someone from Louisiana. He was here for a while. Rather miss his cooking.

[It's wistful. He misses being able to just take off and go, misses being able to learn new ways of cooking from the natives, and there's enough country side and wild areas in Louisiana that he doesn't feel crowded.]

[shifting]

He must've been Cajun.

[magnetic_magpie]

That is his nickname, actually. But yes, I believe so.

[shifting]

[he nods] I knew someone who was too. It's a damn delicious culture.

[then he helped kill him, but that's another story.]

[magnetic_magpie]

It is. Probably broke every single dietary law, but I don't regret it. I believe he worked at your place for a while when he was here.

[He's not one hundred percent sure though.]