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 Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:14 pm
"Sure! And, I didn't spend my whole summer at the Bartender's School to just pour drinks..." Shrugging slightly and waving her hair to get it off her eyes, she resumed making her cocktails.
"It's actually not that hard once you get the hang of it..." She glanced at Elliot, throwing a bottle spinning into the air and catching it behind her back, with the easy of someone who truly loves what she's doing. "Can I make you anything? Or do you keep to power drinks all night?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:20 pm
Elliot laughed at what Hideyyo said, but then he replied to Anne, "Nah, alcohol makes me sick. I know...kinda ironic for someone who owns a bar, eh? I just like making people happy." he smiled.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:21 pm
"I once tried to juggle a hammer once," said Hideyyo. "It went to high, and I looked up to catch it. Then, WHACK!
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:24 pm
A flirt hut eh? I loveeee to flirt!
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:27 pm
Autumal Whispers
A flirt hut eh? I loveeee to flirt!
((Please delete your post. This thread isn't a chatting area. It's an Rp. So unless you wanna join, please leave.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:27 pm
Nodding in understanding to Elliot, the girl looked around, found no waiting customers and turned to Hideyyo "Well, I've lost count of how many times I caught bottles with my head...But that's not the worse of it; I first started about five years ago, juggling fire at this wild rave...Now that was cool!" With a heartily laugh at the memory, she caught up her own water bottle and took a sip, then dropped some of the fresh liquid on her hand and splashed her face and neck, leaning against a cabinet.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:28 pm
"No, I didn't catch the hammer with my head," said Hideyyo. "But the next day, my cat died," he said grimly. "Well, enough of the focus on me. Where's my water? I'm parched."
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:31 pm
Elliot stretched a little and then took another drink of his Rockstar. Then he looked over at Hideyyo and nudged him with his elbow after what he said, "Be polite. She's busy."
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:32 pm
"Ok, please, where's my water? I'm parched," said Hideyyo. "And if you could, could you spritz it with a bit of lemon?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:33 pm
"Oh, sorry, I thought Jim had given it to you!" The girl quickly stood and poured a large glass of water, placing it in front of Hideyyo and squizzing a few drops of lemon juice on it. "Here you go. Sorry it took so long."
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:36 pm
"Thank you," said Hideyyo, and handed over the card. "Here's my credit card. Charge as much as you want," he said, and took the glass. He took a gulp, putting his feet on the counter.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:37 pm
((Hey guys, I gotta go. But I should be back in a couple hours or so. Peace out!))
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:41 pm
((ok...see you!))
"Oh, I don't need that! Just give me your room number and I'll add it to your bill. A glass of water, let me see...that will be one hundred bucks." Grinning widely, she gave him his credit card back and took another sip of her water.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:43 pm
"I should of ordered whiskey," he said, in grim amusement, and took another sip of his water.
[NPC-Elliot]
Elliot stretched out in the chair, then got up. He walked over to the elevator, and pressed the button. He went up back to his room to lay down for awhile.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:44 pm
((I'll post one more time.)) Elliot laughed, "Ya know, you could always just put it on my bill for a thousand bucks." he winked at Anne with a warm smile. He then leaned back against the edge of the counter, running his fingertip along the edge of his glass.
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