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 Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 9:09 pm
"No worries," Chel said with a smile. "Ya ain't the first, ya ain't gonna be the last." Which was sad, but at least she was coping. "You work on the towns? That's mighty brave of ya. s**t freaks me out down there."
Chel filled the silence with another shot, hardly feeling sorry or awkward, and more just being comfortable with the silence as she waited for her new friend to get the words out. She was patient like that when it came to people.
"My day?" she pondered. "Well I been up for 18 hours. Went from the lighthouse to the pods then over to the sun run to help shitheads who couldn't take it." She shrugged and said, "How 'bout you? With how good lookin' ya are I bet you spent it with a few honeys, yeah?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 9:30 pm
"Oh." Great question to start with there, Dawson. Clearly this was a chick who shouldn't be wasting his time with him. He should totally go.
Even when not in his head, though, his partner knew and gave him a look and a more gentler nudge. "Today we helped clean the dorm bathrooms," Syn declared proudly. "When you next use them and can see your reflection in the very rim of your toilet, think of us."
Between Chel's compliments and the lioness' commentary, he seemed doomed to a permanently red face. He wondered if she was mocking him and it was just going over his head, like most things did.
"If, uh, y'don't mind me askin'...Shouldn't ya be sleepin'?" Dawson was mildly concerned. "Thassa long time t'go without a few winks."
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 9:34 pm
Chel snorted a laugh at Syn. She liked this one, quite a whip on her. "I'll put a flower in remembrance of yer work little lady."
Dawson's concern was sweet, but somewhat foreign to Chel. "Probably. Was tryin' to, but Abbi dragged me down here." She shrugged, whistling as she sipped her drink. The tingles were well appreciated. "I probably need ta be out 'n get a little loose though. Haven't been myself lately."
A song came on that she rather liked and she wiggled. "Aw that's my jam," she said, closing her eyes and bobbing her head slightly. She looked to the center of the bar where an impromptu dance floor had been set. A few people were dancing but it wouldn't have mattered to Chel. "Y'wanna dance cowboy?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 9:47 pm
"It goes and goes," he replied airily even though he still didn't have a clue how that fit into a movie plot. "We'll see how Miller here fares once it's open."
Jack's reaction to Ripley's death in the interim few seconds Finn had left dramatically was to sip his whiskey, raise his brows in surprise, and glance at his phone as it lit up with a new message from...Ripley. Then Finn finished the rest of his explanation and he rolled his eyes.
"I was gonna say, 'cause--" He accessed the text and showed it to them both for kicks. "--my first response was going to be, Did he get possessed by a weaboo? But that's some shitty luck. I'll come with when you go, maybe bring him some of the party with us." He could be generous on his birthday after all, even though he had wanted to avoid being in the infirmary for a day. "And then you can give me whatever else you're talking about."
Which 35% of him still believed was just a euphemism to get him drunk and have unfortunate buttsex, if only because this was Finn.
Again Jack had to double take as they were approached, because Abbi in a revealing costume was a little much to take in. Naturally his eyes trailed around for Chel, expecting her to be tailing like the puppy he thought she was. When she saw her still left behind with some other dude, he pressed his lips together but raised his glass in return when she waved. Weird. He didn't know the guy.
"Finn's already used that line, AK," he told the Moon, nudging her back. "God, the more people quote that s**t at me, the more I wonder what the hell kind of movie I'm representing here." After downing his shot and firing a text off to whoever had Ripley's phone, he looked Abbi over critically. "What prompted the slut nurse outfit exactly?"
Meegane Text to R.I.P.ley:Whoever has his phone just tell him to worry about getting better first. We'll save some of the party to bring to him later.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 9:51 pm
"I was a terrible bartender," was his answer, but distracted; eyes locked on something else in the crowd, tracking Taym as he passed, just a bit bemused. It took him a moment to drag back into focus on Cee and flash her a smile, both eyebrows raised. "Make me look good?" And he polished off his drink, all at once.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 10:05 pm
Syn purred with great satisfaction.
Dawson meanwhile looked a little antsy at the mention of dancing. "Ehhh...M'not all that great at it," he replied with a grimace, like it was a venial sin not to be able to make her night better. Also, staying Exactly In Place until Abbi got back sounded appealing. "But y'can go ahead n' dance, n I'll watch yer drink?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 10:06 pm
A bark of laugh, and Zeke's hand tightened on Ever's hip in a brief squeeze before Cee returned to them(Queens, she said) and it was apparently time for face painting. He took the empty glass, set it on the bar, and then took up post near Cee's make up case. The next time Rep or Harrison wandered by he'd flag them down. "Another screw driver, and a round of shots for the four of us." He glanced at his three companions, then grinned lazily. "Something fruity." Why the hell not?
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 10:11 pm
Chel shook her head, drunk enough to grab one of his hands and begin tugging him towards her desired destination. "C'mon handsome. Shake a tail feather n' I bet Abbi'll run right back over." She was determined to set these two up, for some god forsaken reason.
In the mean time, she sent off a text.darkheartedsorrow Text to Bruh: party n the bar. war a costume.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 10:19 pm
Dawson made a noise in his throat as he was tugged along, mortified but only putting up mild resistance. "N-No, thas'okay," he said quickly, glancing over to where the Moon was. "Ain't gonna be botherin' her with m'bad dancin'." Definitely not when she had three other people around. "'Sides, I, uh, don't think she's innerested..." The other people she was with were dudes. Scaryish dudes.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 10:23 pm
She wasn't going to dance by herself, but she also wasn't going to force Dawson to do something. She knew a thing or two about being forced to do things you didn't want to.
"Abbi gotta problem of not knowin' when a good thing's in front of her then," she cooed, not having let go of Dawson's hand, because quite frankly she didn't feel like it. "Ain't nobody gonna look down on you unless ya let 'em," Chel told him. "Can't be bad unless ya think you're bad~"
There was a twinkle in her eye that Chel had lacked since high school almost. Her smile was light, and actually gentle. "What'll it take ta get you out there starshine?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 10:23 pm
Unfortunately, Shu was already at the party when Jack's text arrived at Ripley's phone. Whoever stopped by the infirmary will be in charge of the job to inform the injured his message, probably a grumpy life hunter that needed to on-duty and missed the party. Back to the party, remembered the information that she obtained accidentally, she sent a quick text to the street lamp/telegraph pole, if his hair was still green, then he will be a tall and thin bamboo though the princess impression was too strongly engraved in her mind. Whatever how the Disney trip ended, it was not a bad thing to wish an acquaintance happy birthday. The hat with the bunny ears moved down slightly as she lower her head, the throb of the ears made them looked like they were alive. Quote: Text to: Mr. Hawthorn Happy Birthday! What do you want for the present? ouo
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 10:34 pm
Dawson didn't know what to do with all this praise except look stunned and confused. He tossed a glance at Syn, who merely smiled like the Mona Lisa, gave a little wave of her fingers, and went to take a seat while they had their fun. Oh boy.
His free hand scratched at the back of his neck sheepishly. The thing was, he always let people do what they wanted. "Maybe a Scooby Snack?" he joked weakly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 10:37 pm
Chel smiled and said, "Scooby snack hm? Gotta find me one of those."
Then Chel was standing and her fingers more tightly twined with his. "Now I ain't gonna force you, 'cause I ain't that kind of person, but I would really love ta dance with ya handsome." The glasses came off her face and she put them on top of her head, letting him see the rest of her face finally. "Cherries on top?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 10:44 pm
Seussi Text to Finn:Ripley's dozing off, I am apparently a very stimulating conversationalist Quote: Text to Finn:If you feel inclined to bring back candy when you come back I would not object Quote: Text to Finn:Since I'm pretty sure you can't bring us back booze
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 11:18 pm
He opened his mouth and then shut it fast when the glasses came off; not only did it mean he could look her in the eyes, but it also meant the scars came more into focus as well. In spite of himself, Dawson felt sorry for whatever had happened to Chel. If all it took was some dancing to make a nice gal feel better, then... by golly he was gonna dance with her. Even if he wasn't all that great at it. "Ye'okay," he said after a moment, wiggling their joined hands a little and smiling. "Only 'cause, uh, yer pretty purdy yerself. N' I like cherries! Kinda miss 'em. Kinda miss a lotta good food..." Getting off track. He looked expectantly at Chel to lead them in.
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