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 Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 5:54 pm
Isn't it though? I just got it today. It's nice to not have to borrow Bruce's all the time although he's too busy to use his now anyways....
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 5:57 pm
::Looks surprised and takes the cigarette away from her lips::
...How could you buy such equipment from the store? This is far beyond the scope of..
::Looks at the time as she speaks and sighs::
..Oh Dear... How did the time get away from me so..
I must go tend to the little ones..
Excuse me, Ma'am.. but, I shall return.
::Bows and looks at the big syringe in her hand, Grips it and exits::
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 5:58 pm
That is one huge syringe. Hulk-sized even.
Hmmm
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 6:04 pm
The Plushie Warrior With No Name turns his flinty-eyed gaze upon the laptop and decides she is not threat.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 6:09 pm
*shrugs and goes back to leaning over the laptop, reading the screen closely*
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 6:34 pm
The Plushie Warrior With No Name takes two shotglasses and his bottle of whiskey to the table of the strange brunette and sits. His steely gaze takes her in and gravelly voice shatters the silence of the room.
Drink?
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 6:36 pm
*stares at the stranger for a few moments with a look of uncertainty on her face*
Oh.. sure, I suppose?
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 6:56 pm
The Plushie Warrior With No Name pours two shotglasses full of whiskey and slides one to the brunette. Some whiskey spills on to the table as it whisks towards her.*
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 6:57 pm
Oh, I'll get that
*pulls a wet wipe out of her pocket and cleans up the spill before daintily picking up the shot glass*
So.. you like stuffed animals, I see?
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 7:02 pm
The Plushie Warrior With No Name arches and eyebrow and downs his whiskey.
Sure I don't know what you mean, ma'am.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 7:06 pm
*smiles at the stranger and takes a sip out of the shot glass*
You don't know? What are all those animals around you?
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 7:12 pm
::Looks tried as she returns::..
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 7:13 pm
Faster than the eye can see, the Plushie Warrior With No Name whips a narwhal from his right holster and slams it on the table. The wicked horn points straight at the brunette.
These are the tools of my trade, ma'am.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 7:17 pm
*sets down her mostly full shot glass with a quizzical look*
The tools of your trade are stuffed animals? What do you do exactly?
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 7:29 pm
*ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiips in*
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