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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 6:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 5:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 5:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 6:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 6:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 6:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 4:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 5:09 pm
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Mack shoved the last bit of sandwhich into his mouth as he stood up somewhat. "You can have some of the fries, and here I'm not Mack or even Phoenix, I'm Feyo. Don't let my real name slip," he whispered. He had worked hard enough that no one here knew who he really was. If they did find out, they'd make him sing every night just to draw in a crowd. Taking a swig of his drink, he set it down and stood up fully. "Do ya'll really want to hear me sing a song?" The crowd bood. "Well, then I guess I won't sing," Mack said moving to sit down. "We want to hear two songs!!" a huge man yelled from the door way. Mack sighed and walked towards the stage.
Beratt had walked into the bar. The crowd, like usual, wanted to hear "Feyo" who was actually THE Mack Phoenix of South Korea. Walking over and sitting in Macks seat, he was facing the crowd with his elbows on the counter. There was a girl beside him, a very hot girl. Looking at her from the corner of his eye, he realized she was part of the Commandmant Patrol.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 5:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 5:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 6:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 6:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 6:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 7:02 pm
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"Nah," Beratt said with a sigh, "You could say I'm on partol." He stuck two of the fries in his mouth as he sighed. "What are you doing here? On patrol yourself, miss Commandant?" Barett smiled and winked at her as he popped another fry into his mouth.
The song ended. "Okay, we're gonna slow things down, just a tiny bit for a softer sound. So find that someone you came into the bar with or like very much," Mack said through the mic as soft lights came up.
"Hey, would you like to dance," Beratt asked, standing up and holding out his hand, offering it to her. He didn't care that she was a patrol person. A person's personality always came into play.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:10 pm
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