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 Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 9:33 pm
Lena smiled over to her brother and Quinn, she hadn't noticed the other male that had entered. She looked back over to Liam and asked "Sure you don't want something to drink...?"
Mikey glanced down to Quinn's bag then looked back up as he said "Were you busy...?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 9:34 pm
Liam gestured for Lena to hold on a second and slunk to the strange male. Can I get you a drink? he asked softly, the posture of the stranger rather intimidating.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 9:37 pm
He lifted his large eyes to Liam, studying him, probingly, for a long moment, before smiling in a lazy way, teeth almost luminescently white in the dim room.
"Wine, I suppose. Red. And when you have a second, maybe some of your time, and a little information, as well, if you might have it."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 9:44 pm
Quinn closed his eyes while shaking his head, then opened his eyes to look at Mikey. "Doesn't matter....I was just looking through some things of my parent's....." he said still quietly. He looked and sounded very, very tired, like he could fall asleep at any moment. He sighed, leaning forward on the bar and hiding his face in his arms. "I'm so tired.....I've been looking through that stuff since yesterday morning, and I didn't stop to get sleep...." he mumbled, taking a deep breath.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 9:49 pm
Lena nodded to Liam as he walked off before sitting down on her stool behind the bar.
Mikey looked, concerned, down at Quinn. He petted his hair and placed a small kiss on his head before saying "You should really get some sleep then...." he let out a laugh before saying "not that, that wasn't obvious...."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 9:55 pm
((If Meegs disappears, I'm eating her feet off. domokun ))
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 9:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 9:57 pm
Liam blushed and nodded before echoing the request. Red wine...got it... He returned to the counter and gathered the bottle and a glass and kissing Lena on the shoulder. I'll be right back hon... he said softly, slipping back around the counter and moving to the table the stranger sat at. He set the glass down and bowed his head some as he opened the bottle and poured the glass for the boy. Anything else? he asked shyly, barely glancing to him.
((I'm here, I'm here. lol))
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:02 pm
He reached out and took the glass, smelling it like a true connseur, but not taking a drink.
"Thank you. This seems lovely. And yes, actually, if you do have a moment to spare. I was wondering if you knew the whereabouts of te ignoble creature I'm looking for, Ophelia Graey."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:11 pm
Lena smiled and nodded to Liam as she watched him walk away.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:30 pm
Liam's throat tightened at hearing Pheliah's name. Oh god...why... he whimpered silently to himself, wishing he'd not had to hear that. Um...actually...I do know...where to find her... he said, swallowing.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:36 pm
The male studied him keenly, eyes opressively intense.
"Sit."
It was a command, leaving no thought for even room enough to think twice.
"I see you know her for the same reason I do, don't you?"
He gazed at Liam, gaze less threatening now, more gentle and imploring.
"She's betrayed you some how. Romantically, I'm guessing."
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:52 pm
Liam sat as commanded but narrowed his eyes slightly in thought. Er...No she didn't actually....Um... He paused and glanced around a moment. I...think if anything...I'm the one who betrayed her?
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:55 pm
The male who, upon closer inspection, did seem fairly young, maybe twenty, studied Liam carefuly, the smiled that lazy smile again, tilting his head slightly and sitting back in his chair.
"A sweet thing like you? Never. I have . . . good instincts about people, so to speak. It wasn't your fault, darling."
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 11:05 pm
Liam paused again and looked to him questioningly. Sure it was my fault... he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he slouched in his seat. And it's still my fault when she gets hurt and I'm around... he added, continuing to give the man an odd look.
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