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 Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:51 am
 ωєℓ¢σмєA gray door on the side of a dirty brick building catches your attention. A small silver plaque glimmers and shines in the streetlamp's dim light; it's engraved with the words Bar Anon.
You open the door.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 3:32 pm
The bar counter is the first thing you see when you walk in - the bartender is standing behind that counter, wiping bottles. "Feel free to sit anywhere," he says.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 8:51 am
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A drenched figure stepped inside. It was clearly raining heavily outside. Upon hearing the bartender's words, she felt a little relieved. She headed straight to a table nearest to the fireplace.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 9:20 am
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The sound of the rain droned on and became louder as a young woman entered the bar. Her face was covered by the hood of a long black trench coat. Upon entering the woman slid the coat off hanging it on a rack near the door. Long light brown hair where flowing in waves down her back. Her piercing blue-grey eyes search the room. It was not crowded, but not abandoned either. Taking slow steps, her heels clacking in a rhythm against the floor, she near the bar counter. Sliding her hands down the back of her skirt she took a seat next to the other woman near the warm fire. She sat quietly while deciding what she would like. Gesturing for the bar tender to come "I will take a cosmopolitan." she said her voice sounding as if she was singing. Without another word she awaited the arrival of said drink.
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High-functioning Loiterer
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 9:23 am
"Welcome to Bar Anon," the bartender said. "Is there anything you would like to drink?"
He added a log of driftwood to the flames, bringing a pleasant smell into the room. ~ "Ah, and here is your cosmopolitan."
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 9:31 am
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Accepting the drink she nodded lightly "Thank you..." she said simply. She took back the drink slowly enjoying every sip.
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High-functioning Loiterer
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 11:29 pm
 "Urmm... d-do you have... milk?" Her voice sounded small as if she was trying her best to make her presence unnoticed. In spite of that, the warmth of the fire felt good. It smelled good as well. It made her felt a little bit relaxed as she huddled her arms closer to herself. She managed to steal a glance at the beautiful woman sitting next to her. She felt a little envious of her long flowing locks. Mine's just a ... stump.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 4:49 pm
"We have milk, yes - I'll go get it." The bartender returned to the bar counter and, opening the mini fridge under the bar counter, took out and poured a glass of fresh milk. As it happened, he'd just bought it today while getting limes for the bar.
"Would you like it warmed?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 11:02 pm
"Yes, please." a smile of gratitude spread across her face. The mentioning of warm milk definitely sounded good to her ears. It might even tame her slight shivering body.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 2:50 pm
"Here you are, then - warm milk." The bartender also placed a small pile of various cookies on the small table that was between the chairs in front of the fireplace. "Please, enjoy."
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 6:37 pm
Fūma Kotarō and Tsuruhime…
A person in a purple cloak comes in. They don't say anything. Rather, they find a corner that is very dark and settle down.
Bestest/craziest/strangest couple ever
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 7:48 pm
"Good evening; is there anything you would like?" The bartender had come over to the corner and greeted the purple-cloaked person quietly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:48 pm
Fūma Kotarō and Tsuruhime…
A swift shake of the head indicates that they are not interested in anything. The hood seems to have fallen back slightly, as one can see the glint of their eyes. It is hard to tell that they are another shade of purple. Hands with black gloves pull the hood back to its original place, once again concealing their eyes.
Bestest/craziest/strangest couple ever
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 1:00 pm
"All right, then." The bartender returned to the counter, and resumed wiping down the dark bottles of bloodwine that he reserved for that particular patron.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 10:25 pm
As soon as she received her drink, she took a sip and enjoyed the warmth that lingered on as it traveled down her throat. Her attention then was to the cookies laid in front. They certainly looked very tempting indeed. The presence of another who had just walked in didn't really deter her locked gaze on the delicacy. As the bartender came back to the counter, she gushed and asked almost excitingly, "Are these for free?"
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