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 Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:50 pm
:::Cora runs around the bar, trailing Luke carefully as he wobbles, and pushes down on his shoulders as he reaches the stools. When she's certain that he's seated properly, she notices...:::
Sir Cross! Goodness it has been quite some time since I have seen you last. For me at least. How are you?
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:51 pm
*Fading out then reappearing in the bar..Clare caught sight of the two she had left there and the new gentlemen. Lush being the first word that came to mind she immediately broke into a fit of giggles.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:56 pm
*Any point Luke is pretty promptly forgotten. He sees Clare fade back into the bar. He frowns. He looks up, down, and then back at Clare. It takes him a second to realize she faded and then reappeared.*
*He raises his bottle to her.* Back again? Twice in one night. What're the odds?
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:01 pm
Cora, Lass! its been....er.... th' better part o' a week has it? ye look fine there.... and sir lucus.... and th'bar... *Cross looks around at the bar...*... has changed a bit.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:01 pm
*Crawling up onto a table top from her previous perch, Clare crossed her legs, while bouncing herself lightly on the smooth surface, being fidgety ..she had lost the vanilla smoke somewhere between fading out and reappearing..*
"About as good as the odds that you're sober.." *she grined*
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:01 pm
:::Suddenly she feels that feeling in the pit of her stomach. Oh no, so soon? She is fading away. She takes one last look at the others. At least Luke won't be unsupervised. Cora hardly has time to realize exactly who he's being watched over by...and she's gone:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:06 pm
*cross sweeps up a bottle of rum and takes a HEAVY swig from it.... then smiles blisfully before turning to claire and leaning back a bit.. his head cocked to the side* Who's this then?
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:08 pm
*to Clare* I'm sober. *Luke just about sings it he's so drunk.* I don't break the law...
*Luke looks up.* Hmm? *He grins as he sees Cross.* Aaaah, the OTHER Captain.... *He holds up his bottle.* How ye be, matey? *He says it with such distinct dead-pan manner that Cross wouldn't even think he's joking.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:16 pm
*Giving a flourish of a bow from the table, Clare smiled, her mouth quirked to one side toward Cross.* "Clare."
*Chuckling at Luke's comment, Clare shot him smile still laughing.* "Oh no? Lean forward ..and set your arms out like your flying then walk the plank cabin boy, we'll see how long you stay standing."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:18 pm
Other Captain? *Cross Cocks an eyebrow he takes another long drink and then moves around the bar... examining the bar that ge left less than a week ago.. and yet for some reason it feels more like weeks.. or even months...*
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:25 pm
*Turns to Cross, shows him what he's drinking.* THIS Captain. The one on the bottle. *He lets Cross take it.*
*Goes back to Clare. He didn't catch everything she said.* A cabin boy? I'm not a cabin boy. *He pats his lips, and he says in a mock-serious tone.* Sweetheart... there's no amateurs at this bar.
*turns back to Cross* Right, Captain?
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:29 pm
er.... right... Mr. Lucus is a Professional...er.... whateveritis y'are... *cross raises the bottle to lucus then drinks... then looks at the face of captain morgan... the beard and bright read coat reminds him as always of his mentor, Captain Morigan Stuart.... Cross wonders if thats just a coincidence then shrugs... theres too much fun to be had in a bar that he should waist time thinking of such things*
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:33 pm
*Covering her mouth, Clare laughed. Sweetheart?.. she might not have looked to be in her late twenties, but the analyst if she ever returned to the compound, still didn't look that young? or so Clare hoped she didn't look that young.*
*Lifting herself off the the table she walked across the room, with a slight sway to her hips. The words almost all out before she was close enough to tap the tip of Luke's nose with a finger. If her hand reached that far before fading out.*
"Hun, I'm old enough to be the bar wench on the good Captain's lap.. " *Clare glanced over at Cross as she moved.* " and you darling could easily be the one fetching him his rum."
(Night!)
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:39 pm
*watches as the woman fades((I think I read that right)) then turns to lucas* right then, I'm not an old man, but she does have a point... devil's luck if ye choose t'court that one I rekon... course, a woman like that.... might be devils luck e'en if ye don't *he drinks to that a he swaggers to a chair and flops down in it..... not ceasing to swallow until he plants his boots on the table* so... what have I missed? *he raises an eyebrow and gives Lucas a grin*
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:39 pm
*At first, Luke just looks on in shock...*
*But sitting there with Clare fading out, and he and the Captain just sitting there, Luke started to laugh appreciatively at what just happened.*
*It's hard to be embarrassed when you're drunk.*
*He's incredibly unsure so he asks the Captain.* How old was she?
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