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 Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 8:52 pm
In an attempt to avoid awkwardness, Shae gestured from Gabriel to the drinks. "Have some. Looks like there's plenty."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 9:08 pm
Gabriel sighed again and grabbed a glass. He filled it with water and drank, pulling down the cloth that covered his neck and chin, doing so revealed a mark covering his lower chin and neck..
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 9:24 pm
When Netas saw Gabriel drinking water she muttered 'Puss' before innocently taking a swig of vodka, if it was possible to do such a thing innocently. "So..where're you guys from?" She asked casually, already sounding a little loopy.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 7:06 am
Johnny got out of his car, grabbing his Remington revolver and jamming it into a belt holster.
His rifle he also took with him, slinging it diagonally over his back.
He walked up to the door, pushing it open. Before stepping inside, he noted that a bike out front looked vaguely familiar, but ignored it as a stupid mistake.
He stepped inside, looking for an empty seat. There was a small table empty near a window, so he decided to take that one.
Instead of sitting right away, he went to the bar and asked for a bottle of whiskey.
He took the bottle and small glass to the table, leaning the chair back and hooking a foot around the table leg so he wouldn't fall.
Then he proceeded to take a drink.
He put the glass down after the first drink, yawning.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:32 am
((I made a mistake in my last post, *Edit*))
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 11:29 pm
Shae didn't drink. "I'm from all over," he said. "I stay in no place for long."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 1:29 pm
(Demon, are you in our bar or elsewhere?)
Netas nodded and turned her head to ask Gabriel the same question but she stopped; his neck and chin were covered with the mark of a gunman. "Oh ho ho, that's quite a mark you've got there." Despite her drunkeness she really did sound impressed. Netas took another drink of her vodka. At the new arrival Netas whipped out one of her guns but was soon rubbing her back against the counter; it burned so badly! "Who are you?" she slurred, seeming incapable of shooting straight.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 5:31 pm
[Your bar. Remember how I made that line about the bike seeming familiar? I'm talking about the bike Netas usually steals. Unless you aren't using it, then it's just a vaguely familiar bike.]
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 7:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:13 pm
Gabriel looked to Netas and nodded, showing a slight smile as he did.
He reached up and scratched his chin and neck, why was it so itchy? He watched as yet another man walking into the bar.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:19 pm
Netas grinned back at Gabriel while pointing the gun at Johnny.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 4:03 am
Johnny felt a tingle on his right wrist.
Of course, such a small mark meant it wasn't itching as much.
"Let's just say...I'm not your enemy." he said cryptically, pouring himself another glass of whiskey.
He took a swig before continuing.
"Bah, screw that cryptic stuff. Johnny Ringo, professional gunsmith, and tired as hell." he added, raising his hand.
Had he wanted to, the gun in Netas' hand would have already been shot out, but he didn't feel like it right now.
So, it stayed holstered at his side.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 2:41 pm
"Liquor's not free.." Netas muttered, obviously very unhappy at the fact that someone was drinking her alcohol without permisson. HER alcohol. The stuff she had found and now claimed as hers.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 5:13 pm
Shae put a hand on Netas' wrist and gently pushed it down, aiming the gun away from Johnny.
"Marcus Shae," he said, smiling warmly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 8:22 pm
Netas blushed and pulled her dark-skinned hand away, muttering irritances while holistering her gun. She took another long swig of vodka, nearly falling over from her drunkeness.
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