Where do ye want it?
Added 2017-04-11 04:32:28 +0000 UTCGarnet: "Boss, where do you want it? ... and ah, ye may want to shut that before ya let flies in."
Seamus: ... !?
Garnet: (rolls the drum down her arm to grip the rounded side with just her right hand.) "If yer just gonna stare, I'll put it on the bar."
Seamus: "NO! Uh... how the hell can you hold it like that?! It's just not-"
Garnet: "What, ya mean like a drinkin glass? Centuries of practice. ;)"
Seamus: ... !?
Antonia: "Ah. I see you've met. This is Garnet, she'll be joining the roster at Club Xado."
Seamus: ... "Antonia, can I speak to you for a moment?" (walks off a bit and whispers harshly) "You didn't think to consult me before hiring a-"
Garnet: (from across the room) "CONSULT YOU?!"
Antonia: (mumbles) "That's not good."
Garnet: (making grandiose gestures while holding the 55 gallon drum like an oversized stein) "Oh, I'M SORRY YOUR MAJESTY. WOULD IT PLEASE YOUR HIGHNESS TO HAVE A LOWLY PEASANT GIRL STRIP FOR YA AND ENTERTAIN YOUR ROYAL GUESTS???" (involuntarily tightens her grip, beginning to crush the heavy container... then slams the 450 pound drum into the counter, cooking oil beginning to leak from the ruptured cap) "WHY DON'T YE GET OFF YER ROYAL ARSE AND CARRY YER OWN SHITE?!"
Antonia: (tries to look serious, putting herself between the threat and the fragile man about to have a heart attack... but unable to keep a straight face for long she busts out in roaring laughter)
Garnet: (also laughing) "Ah, ye're right, poor fellar did piss himself di'na he. Relax, Boss, Antonia said ye were alright... I'm nay gonna hurt ya. Sorry about the counter... got a bit buried in the role."
Seamus: ...
