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 Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:21 pm
*Finishes her bottle and blows into it making it whistle. She leans back in her chair and stretches.*
MMMmmm... this stuff makes ya dizzy! I wonder what would happen if I were to suddenly stand up?
*Giggle*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:28 pm
Well, from my experiances, the entire room'll fall to the side. You've got no control over it. You stand up...everythin' falls over. S'how things go. *Snickers, looking off to the distant door that he knew held more of the potent liquid. Boy was he still thirsty*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:35 pm
So you're saying it's the floor that's drunk and not me?
*Grins and braces herself against the table*
I'm gonna test it... after I rest my head!
*Sets her head in her arms folded out in front of her*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:37 pm
*As she laid her head down, he stood up, a bit in a stumble, but to his feet none-the-less, he stood up. Making his way for the back, he'd only be gone long enough to return to the table with a new bottle. Taking the two empty ones out of the way and setting them on the table aside, he cracked open the new bottle and took a swig, before setting it before her.* Don't tell me yer done.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:45 pm
I haven't even started yet!
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:47 pm
*At her words, he chugs a bit from the bottle, then slides it back to her.* Then have at it, Darlin'.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:48 pm
*Takes the bottle and a chug. She hands it back to Logan and starts looking at her wrists.*
Know what I need? Web shooters like Petey's!
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:51 pm
Web shooters'er overrated... Jus' take th' bus like me. *He reaches out, and sits back while chugging his share of the bottle. Sets it back on the table top for her* Maybe you can... Uh.. *Shakes his head, and rubs his face with the palm of his hands. The drink was eventually going to knock him out like before*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:54 pm
Maybe I can what?
*She asks, taking another drink*
I don't need web shooters to get around, I can fly. I just want them to web things up, like the mouths of those women who gawk at me all the time in public.
Worthless, no good b.....
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:57 pm
*He shrugs lightly, and takes his last drink of the vodka* I dunno... I'm behind thinkin' now. *He set the bottle down, and looked around the bar* I gotta find me a nice place to curl up and pass out...
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 11:00 pm
I was gonna fly home, but I think I'll call a cab.
*She slurs her words, fumbling with the bottle taking another swig. She rises from her chair and promptly plops down on her bottom.*
What the..? How'd the floor get up here?
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 11:04 pm
*He grinned down at her, hefting himself to his feet* It flew... *Walking over, he reached down and helped her to her feet* Maybe you have the right idea bout not flyin'...
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 11:09 pm
I just had another good idea, take my butt to bed!
*On wobbily legs, she staggers to the door, but pauses to glance back at Logan.*
Thanks for the good time!
*With a wink she disappears into the breezy night*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 11:17 pm
*With that, he stumbles off to his own little booth in the back, with the bottle of Vodka to finish off. He would be passed out in no time*
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 6:24 am
*peeks in the door*
*sees no one but a pair of feet sticking out of a far booth*
*walks in and sits down, somewhat shakily, at 'his' bar stool*
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