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 Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 3:58 pm
::Sato doesn't move a muscle to resist or help. She just moans and sniffles::
Just leave me alone......
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:03 pm
:::He's gotten her a ways up with Melli's help:::
That's fine...so long as you can keep your feet planted...
:::Once they were upright, he looked over at Melli:::
Can you hold this here for a second?
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:06 pm
I think I can manage it. *She replies dryly, supporting Sato's weight without too much trouble. She takes advantage of the opportunity to inspect the unusual fabric of Sato's uniform*
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:13 pm
:::Kal walks behind the bar and looks for the greenest bottle he can find. When he spots one, he grabs it and slowly walks to Melli and Sato and stands in front of them:::
Hey... this isn't apple wine...
:::he smirks:::
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:18 pm
::Sato shrugs off Milliandra and staggers over to a table and plops down in a chair::
If you're trying to cheer me up, stop it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:22 pm
*Melliandra moves away, unconcerned* Enjoy your little sulk, then. *She heads behind the bar, eyeing the mess Sato made. She's not inclined to clean it up, so she just selects a bottle of red wine at random and pours herself a glass*
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:27 pm
::Sato slumps over in her chair::
Oh what the ******** am I going to do?
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:30 pm
:::Well at least she didn't need carrying:::
He took went over and took two fresh glasses, poured Sato some green death...and some Apple Ju..wine, for himself.
What's eatin you?
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:33 pm
*Melli takes a sip, not especially interested in hearing Sato's sob story* Mmm. *she checks the bottle* 1867 . . . I'll have to remember that.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:34 pm
You're obviously upset... :::he takes a sip::: I remember someone saying that alchohol fixes everything. I cared enough to do that.... Go on, get it off your chest. From one man to... um. Another.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:38 pm
::Sato glares at Kal for a moment::
Ha ha. I'll remember that, beefcake.
::Sato sighs::
......******** bastards took away my Badger.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:40 pm
*Melliandra, meanwhile, has opened a few more bottles of wine, and is working her way through, pouring and trying a sip or two of each*
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:42 pm
:::He watches Melliandra, and tries not to laugh, since he's trying to be straight with Sato:::
What's a badger...?
:::he sips to hide a smile:::
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:45 pm
A nasty, burrowing little creature that'll bite you soon as look at you. *she interjects, motioning to Sato* I can see why she might get attached to one, given the similarities.
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