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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 2:02 pm
"No, 'e won't. 'E's t' lazy t'. I need more rum. An' maybe some 'eep."
Storm stood, swayed, and stumbled over to the bar looking for a special bottle.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 2:24 pm
Kibo: I would add something, but I'm trying too hard just not to laugh.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 5:47 am
Storm stood back up from behind the counter, nearly full bottle in hand.
"Ye see? T'at's what I mean! 'E's o'er t'ere laughing 'is arse off, 'ot careing what it could do t' my al'rey slippin' mentalitly."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 6:29 am
Kibo lets out a laugh, but quickly calms himself.
Kibo: If you continue like this, you'll drink every bottle in the bar.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:04 am
Storm frowned and tried hard to make her slurred speech semicomprehensiable.
"Ai, but the lovely t'ing 'bout t'is bar is that the bottles refill themselves. It was a gift from an old 'friend' o' me fat'er. My natural fat'er, 'ot my patron. I 'eep the bottles, an' they fill themselves fer me."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:26 am
Kibo: Judging by the heavily slurred speech, and staggering, any human'd be dead by now. Congratulations.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:38 am
"Eh, t'anks."
Storm was too drunk to realize that Kibo hadn't ment it as a compliement. She stared blurrily at the lable on the bottle.
"'Tis the wrong bloody bo'le. Where did I leave t'e ot'er one?"
She disappered again behind the bar, curseing occational in some forgien language.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:42 am
Kibo: Well, you're certainly the temperate one.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:48 am
"Ah ha, t'ere's the bloody li'le bugger!"
Storm stood and attempted to jump onto the bar into her customary seat. She missed by severale feet. The broach pinning her cloak to her neck flash and she floated by, gigling like a little girl. Storm tried to open the bottle but failed.
"T'ink of it as passion. I'm a very passionate person. Would ye mind? It's for me own good."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 9:29 am
Natasha smiled to herself, and sat down at a nearby table.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 10:25 am
Kibo: Fine.
He takes the bottle, and puts it against a small lip on the bar, opening the bottle with a quick twist.
Kibo: Here.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 10:38 am
Storm took a healthly swollow of the stuff and gagged.
"By the gods above, this stuff is foul. Does anyone have a spoon of sugar? You know what they say: a spoon full of sugar helps te medicine go down."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 10:47 am
Natasha takes a dagger from her boot and begins to sharpen it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 11:43 am
Kibo: In this entire bar, you don't have a single teaspoon of sugar? What would you do without me here?
He pulls out a small cloth sack, and dips a spoon into it, taking some sugar from inside.
Kibo: There.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 11:49 am
Storm eyed the spoon, took another swollow of the drink and coughed. Her speech was noticably less slurred.
"I...wasn't actuly seriouse. And why in the seven hells do you carry a bag of sugar with you?"
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