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 Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:28 pm
*Luke takes a second and waits until his breathing is back to normal. When he's ready, he focuses forward and nods to Cora.*
Okay. Let it go.
*When she does, Luke pushes his hand forward. To his own surprise, much like when the beer cap rested on the table - the cap stirs and moves through the air towards Cora's hand.*
*Luke watches, eyes wide. Holy s**t.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:30 pm
:::When its within reach, Cora closes her fingers around it. Her eye brows arched:::
I'm impressed. You're doing really well.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:34 pm
*Luke's breathing is becoming labored. But he has a huge grin on his face.* Do it again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:35 pm
Sorry, Luke. :::She smirks::: I'm not that impressed. You need a break.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:37 pm
*Luke shakes his head, breathing hard. Grinning, he orders her.* No. No way. I gotta see that again. Set me up.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:48 pm
:::She sighs:::
Alright, but you're going to do it sitting down this time. And if you pass out on me, you're going to wake up in a puddle of beer and gatorade.
:::Her concern was real, but the threats were idle:::
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:06 pm
*Luke's feeling light-headed, but it's partly from his own excitement. He walks carefully from behind the bar to the front and plops down in a bar stool.*
I'll risk it. *He swings his hand around.* Set it up! C'mon, hustle, babe. I'm in the zone.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:09 pm
:::Cora took that as something to mean that he didn't want to lose momentum, so she picked up the cap, set it floating the way she had previously, and opened her palm to it. A little closer to it this time to avoid having Luke strain himself:::
Tell me when to let go.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:13 pm
*grinning from ear to ear*
Let it ride.
*When Cora lets go, Luke again pushes his palm forward. The beer cap quivers unsteadily this time as it floats through the air towards Cora.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:16 pm
:::She grabs it again, same as before, but this time letting her fingers curl around it earlier.:::
There you go. Satisfied?
:::She couldn't help but smile at him. Luke was really getting the hang of it. It probably had something to do with how stubborn he was:::
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:29 pm
*Luke leans back, elbows resting on the bar. He starts laughing and nods his head. He's having trouble catching his breath and it suddenly takes effort to sit up in the bar stool, but Luke doesn't care.*
Hells yeah!
*Shaking his head at himself, Luke looks to Cora.* Cora, I just moved a beer cap through the air.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:33 pm
:::She smirks... deciding that now would be a good time to give him grief:::
Yeah, that was wonderful. Except, y'know... I can move that cap through the air a whole lot further, and faster with my throwing arm.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:40 pm
*Luke's mouth drops open in pure shock.*
*HOLY s**t. Where is THIS coming from?!*
*It takes him a moment...*
*To give Cora the finger.* Oh, ******** you, Slim!
I just moved a beer cap through the air. I am a ******** GOD.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:42 pm
Yeah well, I'm not a fan then. :::She crossed her arms, keeping a straight face though dying to smile along with him:::
Remember when you came in here and this place was torn to bits?
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:45 pm
Not a fan. Please, girl. *His arms are still feeling heavy, but he points to his chest.* You know you want this.
*But then, Luke stops.* Yeah, you... *His smile fades.* ...that was -you-?
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