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 Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:07 pm
Tuck let Nevada escape from his room, a grin on his face.
"Ain't one to poach," he lifted a brow before swinging the door completely open as he braced himself against the wall.
"Tease."
The last bit was said with a huge, warm smile and dimples that went on for miles. It was also said softly enough that Nevada was probably the only one that heard him.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:08 pm
Tuck's honor hinged on if he kept pushing the joke on an already taken girl. Stormy was beginning to learn how to quietly judge from her corner.
It didn't take her more than a second to decipher what Lucky was getting at. "Um . . . napój," she managed after searching for the word, cupping an invisible glass to tilt to her mouth. That was the only clear thing on her mind at this point, even though no-one had taken any such thing that she knew of. "Party," she added helpfully.
"Trade?" she was beginning to ask Rep when her arm was once again hooked and she was pulled away. Seriously, was she a doll tonight? "But raiding means stealing," she pointed out. "Could we, um . . . maybe just check the cafeteria or something?" She was clearly directionless at this point.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:12 pm
Rep shrugged as his mark was swept away. "Mind what I said." he called after her. He needed to expand his trading scope, Jerry was off the drink and only had shitty ukuleles to trade in the first place. "I don't ask much~"
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:16 pm
"Yes we certainly can," Evan replied to Stormy, his voice raised to drown out purple dress guy.
How much nope? This much nope.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:17 pm
She inclined her head at him, brushing her way past. The last word was uttered and she couldn't help but give a low chuckle. Looking up at him, she patted his cheek one more time.
"I try." And then headed out with the group. She did stop for a moment to admire Rep's chinese robe and sigh sadly. All these brawny men and here she was, being a good girl. She was glad old habits weren't picking up.
Man where was Alaska when she needed her.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:20 pm
Tuck followed Nevada out of his room. He stopped at the doorjamb, leaning against the frame of the door as he watched Evan take off with Stormy.
Hmm.
Rep was given a curious look.
"Nice dress, man."
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:23 pm
Rep's expression iced over. "It's a bona fide chinese emperor thingy. It's no a dress. Bitches wear dresses. You calling me a b***h, man? That's no sound at all." After all, he wasn't the one who'd apparently just struck out.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:26 pm
"Like a robe, then?" Tuck rubbed his jaw as he watched Nevada walk away. Dat a**.
"It's a nice color. Ain't callin' you a b***h, man. Silk?"
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:29 pm
"Aye. A robe. Exactly." he followed the other man's gaze but didn't immediately see what the hell he was looking at. "Aye." You could almost pinpoint the moment when he realised what the other hunter was staring at as he cycled through enlightenment, scandal and finally smug camaraderie. "You probably need more booze next time." he volunteered.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:30 pm
She made a face Evan. "Are you okay? That was kinda loud. So, what do you ask for?" Stormy asked Rep, because now she had to know before they left. Sorry, Evan.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:32 pm
"Sheeee-it. I don't even know where to get booze here. Besides, if I'da known she had someone waiting at home for her, so to speak, I'da never wasted my time."
Tuck should his head mournfully.
"Looks like the party is wrappin' up anyway."
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:36 pm
Dakota grinned as he overheard about booze talk.
"I got some!" And then came over to Tuck /STILL CARRYING MIMSY/ although he moved her to a more comfortable postion of like...sack over shoulder status. "Oh Nevada. She's pretty hot. Heard she hooked up to some smaller mist or something." Dakota blinked and sighed wistfully. "All the pretty ladies get snatched up eventually."
It was one less mist female in his harem that he didn't have.
"Anyway back to the booze. I can make it happen." Dakota had a stock pile okay, of counterfeited bonafide booze.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:36 pm
"I have a lot." he volunteered. "A whole ******** lot of booze. Just for the likes of you guys." He raised a brow. "Did she say who by the way?" He couldn't help but spin the gossip mill, he had no idea who Nevada had landed with.
Stormy got a cheshire cat grin. "I ask for s**t that's collateral. Like...pawn. Sort of. Doesn't need to be valuable. Just needs to be important. And then when people can afford to pay s**t back well then, they get their stuff back. I'm negotiable."
And then Dakota had to just saunter in and piss on his proposition. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms irritably, he was out of hot chocolate too. "And I don't just have alcohol either. I can get. Pretty much anything/"
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:44 pm
Mimsy sighed heavily and discretely uncapped her dry erase marker with her mouth, reaching down to pick up where she left off on her work. Dakota probably wouldn't notice if his back was covered in a bunch of variables that made no sense to him. He probably only had the brainpower to give one part of his body any amount of sensation, and she was pretty sure that part wasn't his back, if that was the case.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:49 pm
Tuck glanced down at his shirt and finally realized it was inside out and backwards. He reached over his shoulder and tugged it off, flipping it right-side-out before slinging it over his shoulder. Heidi and Stormy were both gone, so he was safe.
Mimsy obviously didn't count.
"Like I told Nevada, I don't poach. It's a pretty low thing to do." He shrugged and leaned against the frame of the door again, eyes still locked on dat a**. "Need to meet some of these other pretty ladies you're talking about, man."
Tuck offered Dakota a grin.
"How small is this Mist you're talking about, though?"
Rep was given that same grin.
"You think I could kick his a**?"
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