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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:49 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:52 am
*Holds her shot up to take and pauses briefly at Kate's words. Quickly looks between the two and takes it.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:54 am
*Downs her shot oblivious to Nat.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:54 am
*Chuckles lightly.* I was making a joke of my own and failed, so it's alright. We'll fail together.
*Pulls free a shot glass. and looks up at Kate. Loosing her smile.* Lost causes? Hmm. Nah, that's been done. How about death? Death is a good thing to drink to, it takes from all races.
*Her hand slips beneath the counter as she grabs a bottle of Jack. Taking a little longer than nessacary.*
It can grip those soul deep. *Taps the bar top.* and drag you down.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:59 am
... To drinking!
*Takes a long swig from the bottle.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:00 am
Death huh? Sounds a little Black Alice to me. I'll take another, Natalia.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:06 am
How about half a shot, one which may or may not be primarily backwash. You're a big bad tough marine; cooties don't scare you.
*Pours the sad little shot.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:06 am
*Takes a shot and shrugs.*
Black Alice? She didn't take me as someone who liked death. Eh, go figure.
*Turns and opens the door of the kitchen.*
Cya Nat.
*Leaves.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:09 am
No, of course not. I could use a chase though.
*Walks around the bar and paws around underneath for something interesting before coming up with the soda gun.*
Here we go.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:21 am
Night Cas.
Chasers?! That's for those army folk!
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:23 am
*Fills a tumbler with coke.*
I was one of those, unless you mean regular army as opposed to the sainted Marine corps.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:25 am
I mean regular army folk. The "non-specials".
... One day I will understand why I'm such a b***h. Now down your tasty end-of-the-bottle treat!
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:29 am
*Puts down the tumbler and takes her shot.*
Damned if I know or care, but I like it. Out of curiosity, what would it take to reach out to Nick Fury?
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:31 am
A big box of cigars as a peace offering; a lack of bullshit; and a strong hand shake.
And not being Norman Osborn.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:38 am
*Looks at something under her cape for a minute.*
I'll see what I can do about those cigars, but in the meantime do you think it would be possible to arrange a meeting at Wayne Manor? I have something he's probably going to want to see and you as well.
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