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 Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:09 pm
:::She chuckled to herself::: I mean no offense, Luke. But honestly, if you could hear yourself...
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:12 pm
*It's as if Luke didn't hear her correctly.* *He turns away from Mya, as if forgetting for a moment that she's there.*
*He cuts her off.*
You remember that time you dressed up like a Gansta, Slim? You were Slim Shady? *He's laughing a little.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:17 pm
:::Cora remembers the word "gangsta" from a long long time ago, and she assumes he can only mean the time...:::
Oh my goodness. That outfit was so ridiculous...:::almost defending herself::: and that was so long ago...I think it was my first time having had a little too much to drink.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:19 pm
*He's laughing.* Aw, c'mon. You-You had fun.
*His cheeks are red from the alcohol.* You didn't even know what fun -meant- until you met me.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:21 pm
:::She smiles:::
Quite literally. I believe you were the one who explained the meaning of the word to me. I do owe you a lot of what I've learned here. Even if some of it...doesn't really translate into what I may consider utilitary. Hehehe.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:23 pm
*Luke nods.* I don't know what you said... *He sits up and starts to reach for the bottle.* But I bet it made sense.... *He grabs the bottle of Captain Morgan's*
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:26 pm
:::She spots him grab the bottle and knows that's not exaclty what he needs:::
Oh-ho-ho no...come on, give me that. :::She grabs the bottle back from him::: I know what you need... :::She goes behind the bar and hides the bottle under it, then pours him a glass of water and places it on the bar:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:31 pm
*The trick works, Luke starts to drink it...*
*His eyes are red and bloodshot, like a fireman coming out from a brushfire.*
*He makes a face as he swalows it down, as he was expecting booze.* Ugh....That's nasty...
*He holds up the water glass as he keeps talking. His buzz is going... He's starting to think of other people now...*
*Unfortunatley his speech is still slurred.* How's Tavin?
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:33 pm
:::All trace of amusment dropped away from Cora's face:::
I...I don't know. I appeared here just a moment before you did. I did not even have a chance to check on him yet.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:35 pm
*Luke leans his forehead against the water glass... It feels nice, cool. He keeps it there.* The girl.... Red hair....Tiny.... *It comes to him.* Maggie..... She flipped s**t in there..... *His voice sounds concerned for a moment, like he actually cared.* She freaked out.... Because Tavin *He's certainly still drunk as he reports this.* Started to say the name of her son....
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:37 pm
:::Cora sounds suprised...and then concerned:::
Maggie's son... what about Maggie's son?
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:40 pm
*Luke sits up. He starts to mirror Cora's excitement.* I don't know! I was... Out of here, before I could find out.... *Luke vaguely remembers that he also didn't really -try- to find out.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:42 pm
:::Cora hangs her head as she moves it from side to side:::
It would seem that the end of this madness is not within sight. What is happening to this place...?
:::The mood had turned into quite a downer. Cora was especially sensitive to the topic:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:43 pm
If I had half as many brains as ye.. I'd be as smart as a slab of boiled pork......er...... *Captain Mercutio Cross looks around and stops pointing with his finger*... right.... and how is everyone at me favorite bar? good? good... lets drink...*
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:45 pm
*Luke gets up, kinda stumbling around as he tries desperately to make his point....*
*He grabs his bottle, swinging it around as he talks.* And if Seraphim can get to Maggie's son.... He can get to other people. He can get to anybody who gives to ******** about me or about you...
I can't...*Luke shakes his head drunkenly.* I can't let him do that.
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