NOT OPEN TO THE PUBLIC. Sorry :)

NOW I AM!!!!

Milo looked at her curiously for a moment before getting up and going behind the counter. With his back to her he mixed poured a shot of tequila and handed it to her with a sympathetic air. "You look like you could use this."

I looked at him, disapproving of his stupid stympathetic gaze. Sympathy is for sissies. I took the glass anyway.
"I feel like I could use 7," I grumbled downin it and making a face, Ouchie, that burns. I cleared my throat. "Sooo... What now?"

"I don't think you could down seven." Milo chirped before shrugging. "I guess we could try and think of some way to get even with the world for doing this to us."

Psh, I waved him off. "I may be small but dont underestemate my irresponsible drinking habits," I said, my finger tracing the lip of the glass.
"How can you get even with the world from in here?" I guestured around the room.

"We could make a pact to ruin every person's life we come into contact this next week...or just drink all the liquor so everyone who needs a stiff one at the end of thier day is dissapointed." Milo glanced up at Sparrow, wondering what her hair would look like if it was loose instead of tied up in a band.

I nodded all thoughtful like, thumbing the small glass. "I do the first one for fun. Bring on the liquor." I decided. I ruin peoples lives on a daily basis. If he'd like to start now then I wish him luck. I pull an stray strand of hair behind my ear, but it won't stay. I glare, willing it to go back into my ponytail. It doesnt budge.
I look back over at Milo to find he's watching me with amusement. "Well? Hard liquor please? I'd like to enjoy my last hours on Earth, now chop chop," I snapped, snapping my fingers at him.

"So dramatic." Milo muttered as he rolled onto his feet. He dissappeared from Sparrow's view for a moment and clinked around a couple bottles, looking for one that would suit the occasion. Suddenly he stopped and reached toward the back to grasp Mosley's 'special' concoction. Who knew what was actually in it. As he poured two full glasses he opened his mouth catutiously and said "I have an idea."

I Took the glass slowly, gaze narrowed. "Are you poisoning me?" I asked, eyes flickering towards the glass. "Cause this is how you start a 'I'm poisoning you' conversation,"

"We're only a couple steps away from alcohol poisoning...why not just finish the job when we still know our names?" Milo joked as he slid across the floor to sit next to the girl. "I was thinking...what if we started a fight here." He waited for the response he wanted and when he did not recieve it he went deeper. "Your friends won't be as pissed that you missed tonight and I get to see this place get torn down to the ground."

"Tempting," I smelled the tinted green liquor and grimaced.
"Ugh, whats in this? Rat piss?" I made a face and put it down.
I grinned, a great thought coming over me. I turned to face him, getting real close and personal. In the back of my mind, I was laughing at how personalble I became when I was drunk. Even a little bit of liquor got me all touchy feely.
"I've got a proposal for you, good sir."

"I hope its not the same as mine...that would be a tad repetitive I think." Milo said fighting off the slur that wanted to glide along with his words. What am I saying? he berated himself, a tad repetitive?! Doing his best to recover from what he considered a pompous statement he said "Hit me." He almost regretted the words the second they came out of his mouth. Please don't be drunk enough to take me literally...

An unattractive giggle busted from my mouth at the faces he kept making.
"You look like your giving birth!" I laughed, falling back a bit.
I straightened myself out and squared off with him. "Okay, heres the deal. Tuesday, next week, I'll get the fight club here and we can both laugh our asses off. But for right now, I know how we're getting out of here," I said smugly.

"Oh you do, do you?" Milo drew, his words positivley dripping with sarcasm. It was almost like his voice was rolling it's eyes.

I messed up his hair in spite of him.
"Yes. But I'm not going to tell you how. If you want out of this place, you gotta give me somethin'," I nodded pointing to myself.

Oh boy. "Are we talking now, or later?" Milo said calmly "'Cause theres not much in here that I could offer you."

"Noooooow," I laughed, picking up the stupid little shot glass again and looking it over. Again.
"You want something from me, I need something from you," I stuck my tongue out at him.

Milo narrowed his eyes, and tried to look as suspicious as he could underneath all the haze. "Fine."

"Oo this should be fun," I smirked, laughing. "So whatchya gonna give me?"

"What?" Milo's left brow raised out of confusion "I thought you had something in mind. You're telling me I have to find something in here thats worth trading?"

"Uhhhhmm yes." I gave him a side glance. "You'll think of something,"

Milo sat back on his hands and stared up at the cieling just thinking. "Give me a hint." he said smoothly without glancing over at her. It was hard not to.

I stood up, wobbling a bit. "Naahh, don't think I will," I smirked. I scoped out the room, Looking for something interesting. Taking careful steps, I began to explore the place. It really did smell like a shithole in here. What a dump.

Milo rocked back and forth on the ground, clearly meditating on the tast ahead. With a spring he got to his feet and leapt behind the counter. Shoving his hand underneath the surface he grabbed a glass full to the max with little plastic garnish swords. With a grin he started to twist and mold them to his will, folding the pointy ends through the loops made by the holts. At first it was difficult. He snapped god knows how many sticks in the process, but at last the bracelet was complete. "Ta-da." He chirped enthusiastically. "Sharp and prickly like yourself."

I rolled my eyes and plopped down on a barstool, bows quirked.
"Oh gee, you shouldnt have," I took the little spikey bracelet and looked it over, evaluating it. "Okay. Good enough. Now watch this,"
I whipped out my phone like a boss and started punching in numbers.