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 Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:05 am
"I'm aware alcohol isn't free." Johnny said casually, pouring himself a second glass of whiskey before capping the bottle and bringing it back to the bar.
He pulled out a small, dog-eared wad of bills, and put some on the bar, then walked back to his seat.
"I knew gunmen were cautious, but I didn't know they were paranoid about people walking into bars. Better be careful, if the next person you aim at is an undercover cop, you may end up shot."
He realized he still had his hand up, and lowered it.
"So, what caused the paranoia? A recent raid? Nearby bar got ransacked? Oh wait, that's the same thing...Maybe a famous gunman was killed?" he tried, grinning, waiting to see their reactions.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 2:16 pm
"Or maybe because some a**hole walked into my house and started drinking my booze!" Netas hissed, about ready to whip her gun out again. She snatched up the money and shoved it into her pocket, nearly missing from having double vision. The bar was run-down and no longer in use other than as Netas' means of shelter.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 3:21 pm
Gabriel eyed Johnny indifferently, he really wanted to leave, people weren't exactly his thing. He sighed and replaced the mask over his lower face, setting the glass of water down as he did.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 3:25 pm
Johnny nodded, taking a drink.
"Your house? If you make a house out of a bar and leave the front door unlocked, people will come in." he said casually, finishing off his glass.
"Besides, you sound kinda out of it." he added, looking around. He noticed a bottle of vodka sitting on a table near Netas.
"And that would explain it." he said, nodding to the bottle. "I'm not here to piss you off, honestly, I'm just here for a delivery but just needed to stop, I've been driving for over a day straight, I needed to rest." he explained, leaning the chair back.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 6:50 pm
Shae looked around and sighed. Tension.
"All right everyone, let's relax. Johnny, you can relax here if you promise to stop consuming Netas' booze. And...guy, stop acting so uptight, relax a bit. We're all friends here." To demonstrate this, he pulled off his right glove, revealing a swirling Gunman Mark that went from the center the back of his hand and moving to his palm.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 7:06 pm
((Um...Gabriel hasn't told anyone his name, lol))
Gabriel sighed as well. He looked to Shae and made a cutting motion across his throat with his hand. He went over to a booth and sat down, leaving Shae to interpret what he meant.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 4:00 am
"Yup." Johnny said, pushing the empty glass away, then opening the clasp on his watch, and pulled it higher up his arm.
His own mark was fairly visible, but had he not mentioned himself being already a gunman, it could be mistaken as a tribal tattoo that he regretted getting.
Actually, he already had a tattoo that he didn't regret, but that's a different story.
"If we really are among friends though...friends don't let other friends point guns at eachother." he joked after a moment.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 6:43 am
Shae shrugged. "I stopped her, didn't I?"
He looked at Gabriel, trying to figure out what he meant.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 7:11 pm
Netas muttered some incoherent irritances under her breath while wobbling. Yep, she was drunk alright. Netas slurred a sentence to the point that no one could understand it. Her dark-skinned hand reached out to grab her vodka bottle defensively before her head thudded against the counter: within a few minutes of her new 'friends' arrival Netas was unconcious. Some first impression.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:07 am
Johnny looked up, raising an eyebrow.
"Nor do they let themselves drink themselves into unconciousness." he pointed out, getting up.
"Why exactly did she slam down nearly a whole bottle?" he asked casually, picking it up, then putting it down in the exact same spot.
Then, for good measure, he reached down and put two fingers on Netas' neck.
"Yep, just KO." he informed Shae uselessly, straightening up.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:40 pm
Shae groaned, making his way behind the counter. "Man. All right, I'll take care of this. Johnny, introduce yourself to our fellow Gunman over there." He gestured briefly at Gabriel before putting Netas' arm around his shoulder and carrying her into the back room, where he found her living space.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 4:05 pm
Johnny made a face behind Shae's back as he bent down to pick up Netas.
"Yes, Mom." he said with a fake cheerful voice.
As soon as he left, Johnny turned to Gabriel.
"You look like you wanna be left alone, so just play along. If he asks, your name is...Frank." he said quietly, heading towards a window seat and leaning back, opening the window.
A slight breeze blew in, and he sighed happily. He needed the time to rest.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 4:03 pm
Gabriel grinned beneath his facemask, he liked that idea.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 8:29 pm
Netas mumured things in her drunken sleep and automatically clutched onto Shaoe's shirt. She made a slight strangled sound as if she were stressed then relaxed again, a dopey drunken grin spreading across her dark-skinned face.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 3:53 pm
Shae looked down at Netas and smiled. "I've never had a daughter before," he said with a chuckle. He gently pried her loose and set her down on the bed, wrapped a blanket around her, and went back out.
"So. What are we going to do?" he asked.
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