He had some take out Indian food in the fridge that he threw into the microwave. Then found some rye that he put in the toaster while he got out some heavy whipped butter as well as some bacon fat. In case she wanted to try it. Not many Americans were adventurous with their meals.
To be on the safe side, he also put in an order from a vintage diner around the corner. American crap, of course. He wasn't too familiar so he picked at random. A cheeseburger, corn dogs (he stifled a grin at that) which evidently came with mustard. He hoped it was real mustard and not that bright yellow water he'd seen. Fries, both normal and curly. Jesus, who knew that they needed their fried potatoes in different shapes.
And of course a couple large shakes. He checked his cabinet and put in an order for kahlua after seeing it missing. Vodka and brandy came out too. He wasn't sure which would work in a shake. I mean at the end of the day, we're talking an alcohol delivery system, that's all. If it gets down your throat, that's what matters. But some people were finicky.
He had started up the washer with their clothes when he heard the door open. His jacket went into a bag. Maybe Bila could get it clean for him. He'd hate to lose it. She came out and he made it a point not to leer. Her hesitancy about the robe was all the indicator he needed. He was all about fun, but he never forced anyone. Plenty of willing already. Plus, he just wasn't about shit like that.
She cleaned up nice even au natural, though. "Well, doll, I got some shakes coming. And I've got some Indian takeout leftovers heating up. Some rye and butter and lard. But if your willing to wait, I got something else coming with the shakes. You said you liked Russian slop, right? Borscht?"
[Food will arrive. You can bring the story along if you'd like. Or mik will get the food delivery, etc. :-)]
To be on the safe side, he also put in an order from a vintage diner around the corner. American crap, of course. He wasn't too familiar so he picked at random. A cheeseburger, corn dogs (he stifled a grin at that) which evidently came with mustard. He hoped it was real mustard and not that bright yellow water he'd seen. Fries, both normal and curly. Jesus, who knew that they needed their fried potatoes in different shapes.
And of course a couple large shakes. He checked his cabinet and put in an order for kahlua after seeing it missing. Vodka and brandy came out too. He wasn't sure which would work in a shake. I mean at the end of the day, we're talking an alcohol delivery system, that's all. If it gets down your throat, that's what matters. But some people were finicky.
He had started up the washer with their clothes when he heard the door open. His jacket went into a bag. Maybe Bila could get it clean for him. He'd hate to lose it. She came out and he made it a point not to leer. Her hesitancy about the robe was all the indicator he needed. He was all about fun, but he never forced anyone. Plenty of willing already. Plus, he just wasn't about shit like that.
She cleaned up nice even au natural, though. "Well, doll, I got some shakes coming. And I've got some Indian takeout leftovers heating up. Some rye and butter and lard. But if your willing to wait, I got something else coming with the shakes. You said you liked Russian slop, right? Borscht?"
[Food will arrive. You can bring the story along if you'd like. Or mik will get the food delivery, etc. :-)]
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods