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 Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:56 pm
*Snickers and then laughs at the song.*
*Hopes off the stool and starts dancing to the music.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:58 pm
::dances, looking suspiciously like the Pied Piper dancing, but clearly is not the Pied Piper, as he is wearing a pair of glasses::
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:02 pm
you two seem to be having a good time
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:03 pm
Who, us? We're just two Party-on-the-Weekend revallers, looking for a good time.
::finishes off his second beer. Puts his hands on Jean's chest::
Don't worry, I'm not enjoying this. I'm just measuring to see if you qualify for Chesty to hit on.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:03 pm
*Head bangs and moves her body with beat. When the song comes close to the end she heads over to the juke box.* *Puts on this song.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:06 pm
*Giggles and hic-ups as she looks over at Billy.*
Billy... Seriously trying to play match maker already.. *Gives Jean a drunken apologetic grin.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:06 pm
*Enters the Bistro and grabs a booth and puts his head down*
Eghhh.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:07 pm
Hmm....firm....possibly too firm...Are these real?
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:11 pm
*Gives Jean a sheepish smile as she tries to tug Piper/Billy away from Jean.*
*Holds in her giggle.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:13 pm
*Drinks his root beer*
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:14 pm
::grabs beer #3::
Just looking out for ya.
::starts pouring her another 'bomb::
If it makes you feel better, go feel up the quiet guy at the end of the bar.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:17 pm
::"Dragula" by Rob Zombie starts playing::
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:18 pm
*When Billy walks off she can't help but giggle lightly and moves back towards the bar. Her eyes dancing as she leans against the bar.* Not ready yet. *hic.*
Dude, So what. You like sculpted tones or skin and bones?
*Grins at Billy.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:22 pm
Y'know what I like? Someone who makes a 3-piece suit look like a lethal weapon.
::sip::
I'm talking Joe Whitecollar, dressed to the nines. I've spent the better part of my adult life hanging out with straight men dressed in skintight rainbow spandex. I want a REAL man. With chest hair and cut cheekbones and a sense of humor.
::sip::
Basically, I want my own personal Neal Patrick Harris.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:29 pm
Neal Patrick Harris hmm?? Nice. You know that kind of guy sound tight. You deserve someone like that.
*Downs her 'bomb.*
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