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 Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:30 pm
Zinda Blake ::sways a little bit:: Drink's got a lil' kick to it... Perhaps you should settle in a booth as well?
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:30 pm
*A Larfleeze construct crashes in through the roof, screeching to a halt, burning a blisteringly bright orange*
CREED!! GIVE IT BACK TO ME. RIGHT! NOW! scream
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:30 pm
Fables Snow White NOT YOU TOO! STOP SPINNING DAMMMNNNNN IT!
: razz uts his hand up::
I Have it Miss Blake. You go back to what you were doing.
: razz icks up Snow and pats her jovially on the rear::
Let's go home okay?
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:30 pm
Psh, this is nothing. You should see when me an' Black Canary race jell-o shooters with each other.
::pulls Snow up to her feet::
C'mon, fresh air good for yah.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:31 pm
Hey Bucko, hands to yourself. She isn't in her right mind!
::Jerks Snow away from Charming::
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:33 pm
::blinks at Linda::
Did you jus touch my butt?
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:33 pm
*grabs Charming by the back of the neck and spins him around, holding him up by the neck*
*growls* I may be 'old school' but I do know that is not how one treats a woman under the influence...
*Charming....meet soon to be hole in the wall*
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:34 pm
Not my hands on your caboose, Snow.
::helps her to the door::
C'mon, sis.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:40 pm
::Seems to not realize that Snow is in his arms when He did that sending charming through the wall::
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:41 pm
::seems to realize that she's the one holding Snow::
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:42 pm
::Snow looks up::
I am so....
are we almost home?
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:44 pm
*The construct stops dead in its tracks as it spots Achilles, pointing an accusatory finger in his general direction*
YOU! You're in cahoots with Creed, aren't you?! You've hired him to steal MY armor back! TELL ME WHERE HE IS!
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:46 pm
HOly Hannah.
::doubles the pace to get drunk Snow out of there::
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:46 pm
*dusts his hands off rom handling the greasy Charming*
Excuse me? Your armor?
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:50 pm
Yes, MY armor! The shiny golden armor that is MINE! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH IT?!
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