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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 6:38 pm
::Sato wagged her finger at Luke admonishingly, almost like a school teacher lecturing a student::
Look, sly. If that's how you like your girls, then perhaps you SHOULD have left me tied up, but when I woke up I saw someone in front of me and I decided it would be better to take THEM out before they decided that perhaps unconcious wasn't a better option than dead for me. Sorry it was you, Chuckles, instead of blondie over there...
::She looked him up and down::
Yeah, you DEFINATELY would have liked that....
::Suddenly Sato catches on to what Cora said and looked around::
******** Christ.... what the hell happened here? Looks like I wasn't the only one getting bitchslapped today...
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 6:53 pm
*Luke looks at her, thinking 'Chuckles? Oh -********- her. Who the ******** does this b***h think she is?'*
You know what, b***h? Number one: I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole. Numbe two: Next time you come in here tied up and unconscious you can figure it out yourself. *puts up his hands* I'm ******** done.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:27 pm
:::Cora starts looking around some more, and suddenly feels very guilty for having destroyed most everything in the bar room... she silently goes and starts turning table and chairs upright:::
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:28 pm
::Sato shrugs::
Good, then next time you won't get kicked in the jewels.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:34 pm
Yeah, you would do that again.
*goes over to Cora* Typical woman.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:37 pm
:::Cora side glanced at Luke not much paying attention to him as trying to straighten things up:::
You get kicked in the testicles by women typically?
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:39 pm
*Mystina faded in, in mid stride and looked around blinking* ...Woah, what in the name of the Gods happened here?
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:39 pm
::Sato lets out a laugh at Cora's question, but the laugh quickly turns into a hacking cough::
Oh, s**t. I need some medicine.
::Sato starts walking longways around towards the side of the bar::
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:49 pm
*Luke looks to Cora and tries not to smile.* It's been known to happen. Who's side are you on anyway?
*Luke looks to Sato. Girl's in pain. Should he be nicer to her? Yeah, probably. But he wasn't giving an guarantees.*
*Luke sees Mystina and nods to her.* Hey. Haven't seen you around here in awhile.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:53 pm
:::Cora was already turning in Sato's direction the moment she said the word 'medicine'. It didn't dawn on her that Sato meant 'alcohol' but that didn't matter.
She saw Mystina too...:::
Watch your step, there's glass everywhere... :::this was probably funny coming from a woman who was bare from the legs down, including her feet:::
::: She approached Sato:::
Let me see your eyes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:57 pm
*Mystina blinked and began looking for a broom* I'll help clean it up.
*She nodded at Luke* I've been fairly busy with my studying and taking care of my little one, and the times I did get pulled in, no one was around so I just went back home. *She giggled* How are you doing?
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:57 pm
::Sato shakes her head::
I'm FINE, go pick up your mess. I just need a drink.
::She continues on her meandering path around towards the bar::
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:59 pm
No... :::scolding::: if you have a concussion... which my blows were quite capable of doing, then you might want to avoid sedatives.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:02 pm
*to Mystina, murmurs* Little one? *remembers suddenly and breaks into a smile* That's right! You had the kid!
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:05 pm
::Sato looked to Cora and her eyes flashed angrily::
You certainly have a high opinion of yourself. I don't think I ever asked for your help. In fact, I'm pretty sure I didn't.
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