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 Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 3:29 pm
*So she's NOT gonna play operation. There's some good news. He is saved by his ego once more.*
*He watches Mel as he says.* Yeah, you really pissed her off the other day.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 3:31 pm
I know. *she grins* Dreadful of me, isn't it? But she's just too easy to rile up! I can never resist ...
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 3:40 pm
*Luke leaned his shoulder against the fridge. Ha, that was true. But she was his friend, and he didn't want to watch this woman walk all up and down her.*
I don't suppose you'd go easier on her, if I asked nice.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 3:47 pm
Of course not, why should I? *She ambles over the foosball table and twirls the little men as she says dryly* She's utterly convinced that I'm a murderous little heathen and I'd hate to disabuse her of the notion.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 3:55 pm
*smirk widens* Well, with the way you swing that sword around - it's hard to tell sometimes.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 3:58 pm
*She flashes him a wicked sort of grin* I never said she was wrong.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:02 pm
*Luke's smirk stays. Even if he was afraid of her before, he's definitely not now.*
Yeah? Then what're you bitchin about?
*He walks over to the Jukebox.*
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:08 pm
I wasn't the one complaining, darling. *she turns and perches on the edge of the foosball table, eyeing the machine he's approaching now*
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:15 pm
*Luke walks up to the jukebox. He's said his piece. He doesn't want to get into a cat fight over it. When he reaches the jukebox, he eyes it oddly.*
*It's outside looks like it's a call from 1950, but the keypad looks like it's from Cora's time.*
*Luke keys in an artist. Suddenly, their entire discography comes up.*
*Luke grins. He chooses a song.*
*The chords from Deep Purple's "Smoke on the Water" Start to Play. Luke laughs. Ha HA! He can play Deep Purple in the BRINK! Whenever he wants! He looks at Mel to join in the joke.*
No s**t. That's ******** awesome.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:18 pm
*Mell merely lifts an eyebrow*
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:21 pm
Eh, heh, heh.... *Luke's laugh dies down as he catches her glance.*
Ehhh, nevermind.
*Luke scrolls through, and for every artist he can think of, there is a list of all the songs they've played. He looks on in amazement.*
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:27 pm
*Mell saunters over and reads over his shoulder. The machine is nearly as grating as the car alarms she set off in Bard's time.* Such unique taste in noise you people have *she mutters, resting her hand on the hilt of her sword* Do you think it would sound better if I gutted it, or worse?
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:38 pm
*Luke looks at her.* Noise? This is Deep Purple. This is ******** art in my time.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:43 pm
Truly a masterpiece. *Mell rests her hand over her heart, mocking* Why, if I had a soul, I'm sure it would be deeply moved.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:46 pm
*Luke stands up straight. He still doesn't quite know what to think of her.*
You don't like bean bags. You don't like classic rock.
Is there anything you -do- like? *murmurs* Besides threatening to kill people.
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