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 Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:33 pm
"No kiddin'," Maryke said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she could feel the alcohol finally beginning to effect her system. She swayed a bit, but was still into the topic on hand. Ignoring the amount of hard liquor she was downing all together. "Too bad we can't figure who that inside man is....this whole thing sucks..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:36 pm
"The name's Moreau...'n from what I hear, 'es a stone cold psychotic ********. I hear he's the only one here who's not a prisoner...hell, he sends his staff down here to get turned if they piss 'em off too bad. The rest? bah...peons, I think...yeh...Moreau's the one ya gotta look out fer.
"Never met 'em, myself..." he grins, "Hope to though..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:40 pm
Moreau, yup that was the million dollar name, at least the one she kept hearing over and over again. She nodded, at his words, now just a little drunk, so much so that she could no longer tell what drink she was on and she found words to be difficult to roll off her tongue.
She grinned wickedly at his last statement. "You n' me both...some damn fun tha'd be.."
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:42 pm
Tommy looks over Maryke again, almost by instinct than anything, trying his best to be subtle about it. He sighs and rubs his eyes before pouring himself yet another drink.
"Maryke, you said your name was? Huh...where ya from?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:48 pm
She swayed again and with hestiation moved over and leaned more towards him, only to steady herself. She nodded and looked up into his eyes, the red seeming to match her own. "Tha's right...Mar..ee..ki...." she blinked a few times, trying to remember where she was friend. How many drinks had it been...five..six....who knew. "L.A" she said after a few moments of thinking.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:52 pm
"L.A! Hey! One of the cultural centers of the Ew Ess of Ay! I'm 'riginally from Neworleans meself..." he picks up his glass...looks at it a moment, and puts it down. He sways a bit, trying to form the sentence he wants to say in his mind before actually saying it...it's getting harder and harder to think clearly.
"You uh...how'd they...um...yeah, how'd they con you into comin' here?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:55 pm
She let out a small giggle coupled with a still very girlish snort at his words. For some reason she found him funny, funny and cute....and yes that was more the alcohol in her doing the thinking. "Con...con..oh! uhm...." she blinked with more intensity until it came to her, "Island resort....you?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:59 pm
"Hah! Island...island resort, eh? Me...not so lucky...yeah. See, I'm in the uh...the Air Force...yeah...well, kinda...I'm an officer in training...I was in this bigass jet, goin' ta Italy! We hit somethin' in midair...'n we all had 'ta parachute outta it. *he gestures drunkenly again during this story* Well, I was floatin' in my raft fer days, 'n days! 'n they finally found me here...heh...lucky right?" He hmphs drunkenly at his misfortune.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 12:01 am
She nodded at his words, barely even registering any of them as he talked. The next the the madame knew her eyes softened and then she closed them before slumping forward and passing out on his lap. Perhaps she had drunk more then even she knew.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 12:09 am
Tommy trails off as he notices she's no longer among the land of the conscious. He sighs. A couple years of weekend partying and a weight of close to two hundred pounds has left Tommy rather resiliant to the effects of Alcohol. Well...resiliant enough to keep his motor skills. He sighs and ponders what to do...
.oO(Officer and a gentlemen...as always...goddamnit...)
Tommy glances over at Bird, sighs, and opens the cage up.
"Seeya, Bird..."
He would then try to pick up Maryke and carry her back to his duplex. (While tiring, Tommy has done more while being ever worse off) He would let her sleep in his bed while he, himself takes the floor.
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