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Iris_virus rolled 10 20-sided dice:
19, 4, 11, 2, 19, 6, 18, 9, 5, 16
Total: 109 (10-200)
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 Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 9:18 am
Talia was met with a VERY mature sticking out of his tongue as she teased, but he was nonetheless quiet enough as she choose the next game and as they began to play, conserving his energy for button hitting.
He was getting hot, wishing he'd worn shorts instead of pants, but atleast he had better shoes then she did.
It was tiring and it was close, but when the score finally rolled around and he barely edged past her for the win, he let out a whoop of joy, hands flying up this time in victory. You wouldn't have guessed from seeing him that he'd technically lost, so thrilled to have atleast not completely failed.
After a few moments of his whooping and hollering, he finally turned to her giving Talia a light slap on the back. "Looks like you caught me on a bad day girlie. Savor the victory."
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 4:39 pm
Talia involuntarily stomped her foot at her loss, a habit she'd gained from Tennis. It brought a whole new meaning to "sore loser" though, because when she stomped, a lightning bolt of pain shot through her shin, and she stumbled a bit.
To save herself from further pain she stepped off the DDR block and sat down in one of the nearby racing game chairs. As she began to pry off her heeled boots to survey the damage, she panted, "Yup... that's right ... suck it old man." She worked one boot off and started unzipping the other. "Any chance you have a pair of flip flops around here I could borrow?"
Once both boots were off, she leaned back and wiggled her toes. "Owwww," she whined.
At least she was a winner.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 8:20 am
He let himself basically collapse against the back of the racing chair as he tried to catch his breath and cool down. He couldn't help but tease her mildly though, giving her his 'pretend innocent' face. "Suck what now?" Surely he had noooo clue what she meant.
His eyes turned towards her ankle as she looked to it and complained, a soft frown touching him. "Mmmm.. unfortunately I don't think I do... I might have some winter boots hidden somewhere in the backroom but..."
"I could carry you home if you like" If she was ready to go home. He shrugged, actually serious. "It could be your prize for winning." Okay.. maybe not so serious.
"Oh the woes of being fashionableeeee." He couldn't help but take one more playful dig.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:15 am
Talia shook her head at his offer. Of course, she would've loved to drive home with Corey. Corey was like the big brother she never had- she positively adored him.
The problem was the not-so-imaginary mother and father she had waiting at home. They would just love it if she came home in the car of a strange man, and one that was quite a few years older to boot. The hair probably wouldn't go over well with her father especially, though Talia thought it quite endearing.
Talia grasped her boots in one hand and stood up to walk out the door. She toussled Corey's hair and said, "Now as much as I would love a Corey trophy, my father would probably throw you away." She let out a laugh, then added, "Besides, my car is right outside." She began putting her boots back on, but didn't zip them up. She was just going to take them off as soon as she got in the car anyways. A pair of Ugg slippers were always hiding somewhere in her car. Mostly for after tennis tournaments, but occasionally for situations like this.
"Hey!" she countered, "Being fashionable is difficult okay?" She gave a coarse laugh and then stood up with her boots haphazardly attached to her feet. "That should be good until I get to the car!"
Talia reached up to Corey's shoulder and gave him a light, friendly kiss on the cheek and then said, "I'll see you later Corey!" She waved mischievously and then scooted straight out the door.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:56 am
"What are you talking about? I'm a total catch!" He joked in return. Most fathers didn't like him, and it was a warrented dislike. Not because Corey was particularly mean or bad. But because he wasn't really a respectable choice. And truth be told, he'd probably never be able to give a girl the attention and love they deserved.. he was too busy showering that on his business. Not to mention he was cheap as hell.
He watched her softly as she got up and went to walk, ready at first to catch her if she seemed to stumble. Luckily she seemed sturdy enough and his posture shifted to something more relaxed as she placed a kiss on his cheek.
"Take care sweetheart. Come back when you're less crippled for a rematch." He called after her, waiting until he'd seen that she was actually IN the car to turn back to work. She was always such a fun breath of air.
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