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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:49 pm
*Gives Bigby a wave and takes her tea and sits at a table near the bar.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:52 pm
::heads to the bar for a bourbon on the rocks::
::looks over towards the location of the boiler room, thoughtfully::
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:52 pm
::frowns::
Good evening, Bigby.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:54 pm
*Crosses her legs and drinks her tea while looking around.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:56 pm
*enters casually, bee-lining for the bar and the alcoholic goodies it contains*
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:57 pm
I brought the cigarettes you asked me to bring, since you were running low but I wasn't able to put them in your desk..
::continues to frown and pours the bourbon for Bigby:
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:58 pm
Ms Clarice Ferguson Glad you liked it. Now, come have a seat and tell me about your day. heart 10 hours of stress with drama interruptions.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:59 pm
S'all right. Things're getting tense.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:00 pm
*grabs a bottle of beer and heads over to flop down into a chair near her. The chair complains.*
Heya, Nat. How've you been? I feel like I haven't seen anyone lately that hasn't been, y'know, incarcerated.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:01 pm
Bigby Wolf S'all right. Things're getting tense. ::looks away quickly:: Yes, I noticed.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:02 pm
Chris Powell Ms Clarice Ferguson Glad you liked it. Now, come have a seat and tell me about your day. heart 10 hours of stress with drama interruptions. Ugh, sorry! It's all good right now though right? heart
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:04 pm
Seems a lot less tense right now, though...
::picks up the bourbon and knocks it back::
::looks upwards at the heating ducts in the ceiling::
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:05 pm
l-lellboy *grabs a bottle of beer and heads over to flop down into a chair near her. The chair complains.*
Heya, Nat. How've you been? I feel like I haven't seen anyone lately that hasn't been, y'know, incarcerated. Which I have, miraculously, not been!
*Clings her tea cup against his beer bottle and then knocks on the table.*
I haven't seen anyone lately period, everyone is so busy - as they should be. I feel like dead weight, but what can you do?
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