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 Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:09 pm
KittyPryde Hit me! Thanks hun. *takes a sip*
*turns his own card over*
Ace of Diamonds.
Since you both only have 6 items on, we call dis a push. noone loses clothes.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:10 pm
Mssr Remy LeBeau KittyPryde Hit me! Thanks hun. *takes a sip*
*turns his own card over*
Ace of Diamonds.
Since you both only have 6 items on, we call dis a push. noone loses clothes.We either gotta hurry this up, or call it for time...
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:14 pm
Cpl James Howlett Graraerrrr! Jean-Paul! I'm gonna gut you like a trout, bub! *Picking up a chair, he spins and hurtles it up after the gay Canadian* WHAM! *distracted with firing off a text to Heather Hudson, Jean-Paul doesn't quite dodge in time; he winds up against the upper regions of the far wall with a split lip, bloody nose, and red track up his face that promises to be quite the shiner come morning. He reaches up to examine the damage, frowns at the blood on his hand, then shrugs and grins, showing a strip of blood-smeared teeth* Flesh will heal, my friend, but infamy is forever. Oh, I almost left Puck out... *retreats to a safer vantage point, but still keeps half-an-eye on Logan and his proximity to other furniture that isn't nailed down*
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:15 pm
*deals the next hand*
TONY: Queen of Hearts
KITTY: King of Clubs
DEALER: 4 of Spades
TONY: King of Diamonds
KITTY: Queen of Clubs
DEALER: (face down)
"Sorry folks, another push."
*looks at Logan*
"You're payin' for dis damage mon ami!"
*deals a fresh hand*
TONY: 4 of Clubs
KITTY: 2 of Clubs
DEALER: 9 of Diamonds
TONY: Queen of Diamonds
KITTY: Queen of Spades
DEALER: (face down)
Tony?
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:17 pm
(OOC: Gotta head out for the night. Later, all.)
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:18 pm
Jean-Paul WHAM! *distracted with firing off a text to Heather Hudson, Jean-Paul doesn't quite dodge in time; he winds up against the upper regions of the far wall with a split lip, bloody nose, and red track up his face that promises to be quite the shiner come morning. He reaches up to examine the damage, frowns at the blood on his hand, then shrugs and grins, showing a strip of blood-smeared teeth* Flesh will heal, my friend, but infamy is forever. Oh, I almost left Puck out... *retreats to a safer vantage point, but still keeps half-an-eye on Logan and his proximity to other furniture that isn't nailed down* *Seeing that he'd not be able to chuck anything else up, he goes to the bar and hops up on the top. Then leaps up, grabbing the rafter and crawling up. He moves quickly as his stocky frame will let him through the rafters towards Jean* scream
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:20 pm
Jeez Tone. Don't be mean...
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