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 Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:12 pm
Greer Nelson xJason Toddx ::Relaxes with his beer::
Evening, Greer. how's it been?
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:12 pm
A hanuting theme drifts through the Bistro and the Plushie Warrior With No Name slowly makes his way into the room. His cold eyes take in every patron, evaluating their danger to him. He makes his way to the bar, sits, and a deep, gravelly voice emanates from the his lips.Whiskey. Leave the bottle.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:13 pm
Okeedoke.
*gives Powell a whiskey*
*watches a strange, time-displaced portal open above him....and pelt him with stuffed rabbits*
eek
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:13 pm
I was about to ask that since I didn't see a pool. Glad to know I'm not insane.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:17 pm
So, Jason.
You dead again yet? Or what?
*leans casually against the bar, stomping right above where, perhaps, Garth's head is below the floor*
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:17 pm
Beryl Hutchinson ..I could swear..
::Takes off her mask and blinks:: Oh. Huh.. It's offical...She's a hottie.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:18 pm
Dude. Roy. I don't mind it if you have a beer. I really don't. But you're starting to get a reputation here, and those are tough to live down. If everyone THINKS you're the town rummy, I'm never going to be able to hook you up with a hottie for your rebound date.
*spins his club soda on one finger and takes a sip*
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:19 pm
Wally_West So, Jason. You dead again yet? Or what? *leans casually against the bar, stomping right above where, perhaps, Garth's head is below the floor*
Not yet, promising to show my face soon again with a sidekick. Show the bat how things are really done as Red Hood.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:19 pm
Well, Jason, that's say a lot. *smiles then heads to the bar and mixes herself a drink*
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:20 pm
Wally_West Okeedoke. *gives Powell a whiskey* *watches a strange, time-displaced portal open above him....and pelt him with stuffed rabbits* eek Much obliged.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:22 pm
There's, uh...there's a little bunny on your...
*pokes Powell's bun-covered hat*
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:22 pm
Greer Nelson Well, Jason, that's say a lot. *smiles then heads to the bar and mixes herself a drink*
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:24 pm
The humorless Plushie Warrior With No Name glares at the bartender.
Hands to yourself, hoochslinger.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:25 pm
*hops up and down again on what he hopes is Garth's head*
See, me, I try to avoid stimulants. No caffeine. A little chocolate here and there. You do NOT want to see what happens if I get strung out on coffee, or as the brits call it, "el legume diablo."
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:25 pm
I meant it as a good thing, sweetie. *makes her drinks and heads back to her booth to enjoy it*
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