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 Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 10:17 pm
Angie glares at her silverware.
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"I'm not sure. Finally the husband got into the pot and it solved their problem."
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 10:19 pm
Drak points back to the wall. Byron slinks over there.
Isabella adjusts her silverware. "Perhaps our guests are hungry."
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She blinks then laughs. "I like that!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:26 pm
"..."
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"Oh good! I thought you might. It had a pretty happy ending."
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:29 pm
"Yes, of course. Lindsey?"
Lindsey skitters off to go get the food. Isabella sneaks a look at Cy.
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"Yes, thank you." Snug!
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:33 pm
Cy is still looking at his fork. OH the things he must be contemplating.
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"You're welcome."
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:36 pm
More smiling from Drak. "I hope you like chicken."
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Snug!
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:42 pm
Angie frowns and nods. She looks at Richard.
Cy looks over towards Byron and Isabella.
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Yay hugs. <3
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:47 pm
"I had Lindsey choose the wine." He turns his attention to Richard again. "I apologize for being forward, but you look very ill."
No comment from Richard.
Byron is fingering a ring on his right hand and staring at Richard. Isabella is still looking at Cy. She mouths, "Kill him."
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Yaaaay!
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:49 pm
"He is very ill."
Cy thinks that is rude conversation for the dinner table. He looks away from Isabella.
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"How long has it been, ya think?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:51 pm
"Do you know the cause?"
Lindsey comes back to fill wine glasses and give everyone salads.
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"Too looong." She sighs. "But not two hours."
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:58 pm
"Not the exact cause."
Cy stretches in his chair and readjusts himself. Herher.
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He nods and blows on her hair.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:59 pm
"What do you know? Perhaps I could help." He picks up his fork.
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She flicks at his forehead.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 12:06 am
"He is getting progressively worse. And it's been happening for quite a while."
Cy reaches into his belt.
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He wrinkles his nose and puts his teeth on her ear. Grr!
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 12:09 am
"And what exactly are the symptoms?"
Isabella watches Cy.
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She smiles.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 12:13 am
"Weakness, mostly."
Fidget. ... Drink. Fidget.
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He doesn't think that worked too well. Oh well. He gets comfy again. "I could fall asleep like this."
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