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 Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:00 pm
"Well, the Captain is right thur," she said cheerily, making a sweeping motion with her hand as if grandly offering it to him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:09 pm
"Hrm?" He glanced down bleerily befor settling again, "Ach, so there is! So there is! I think I better have another puff a'fore I take a sip, hrmm?" He lifted the blunt to take yet another pull befor handing it off to her to unscrew the top of the rum befor taking a long, heafty swig.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:14 pm
Antony took the blunt, or rather what was left of it, without complaint, watching him dive into the alcohol almost immediately. "You are so gone," she snickered, reaching out to curiously poke at the nearest tentacle.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:17 pm
It twitched and he snorted, giving a cry as rum went up his nose, "CHRIST tha' burns!" He coughed, weasing as he wobbled, handing the bottle over to her, "Feckin' island an' it's feckin' headgames," He sighed, though, shaking his head. The tentacle stretched towards her hand, though, curiously feeling it's way about the world.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:24 pm
She laughed when he snorted the rum, carefully taking the bottle from him and eyeing it blankly before shrugging and taking a swig herself. The blunt was forgotten in her fingers as Antony continued to experiment with the tentacle.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:26 pm
"Wha're y'doin', Lass?" He reached to take the bottle back, the tentacle tentitively coiling itself around her fingers like a curious snake.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:27 pm
"Touchin'," she replied without even glancing up at him, tugging on the tentacle with her finger to see if it was stuck.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:33 pm
He kept a good hold, the thing twisting to entangle itself even better. "Touchin'?" He took a swig, glancing her up and down, "We'd be better cuttin' th'damn things off."
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:36 pm
"An' will we cut off Wee Billy too?" She asked, tickling the tentacle by wiggling her finger as best as she could in the grip. It was a strange feeling, but not a bad one.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:39 pm
His face went red and the tentacle flinched back, "That's no' funny." A scowl now planted firmly on his greasy features, he took yet another swig. Spending over a decade in Ireland had left him with an iron gut and a tolerant thirst.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:43 pm
Antony rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't though... It's just cruel..." Granted she had kneed him in the balls several times, but she had never gone Loraina on anyone.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:48 pm
"This whole thing," He shook his head, gesticulating with the bottle in hand, his tentacles twitching and apparently only mildly under his control, "Is bollox. Assery! Cruel an' unusual punishment unecissarily brough' on by madmen wit' power! It all come down t' th'bloody amount in yer pocket! An' if y'try t'break th'damn cycle, y'find yerself of't, r'worse! Stuck on a bleedin' island, surgically mutilated an' gen-gen-uh... Gen Eh Tick'ly ********! Soddin' tentacles an' testicals an' tails an' bullshit an' wha's th'use?" He grutned, drowning his angst with another swig, "I seem t'ha' drank o'er half yer bottle. I'm sorry."
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:53 pm
"Testicles?" She questioned, cocking an eyebrow. Where the hell was he pulling this s**t out of anyways? Then again, he was quite drunk it seemed, his accent had gotten quite thick and she had to fight her hormones for a bit. "Oh, I have more..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:59 pm
His attention was perked as were his eyebrows, "Really, now? Then y'won' ha' no troubles wit' me emptyin' this, then? Good. Good. Lovely," He leaned back to take another swig, gasping afterward and smacked his lips. He raised a hand to rub his face, but a stucker got snagged on his forhead, leaving a red welt and a loud curse. "Bloody feckin'-"
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 11:03 pm
Antony was sobering up, and quite curious about the testicles and surgery slip. Only one way to find out. Grunting, the tattooed woman pushed herself to her hands and knees, making sure he had a lovely view of the twins as she 'swaggered' closer to him. "Aw, want me to kiss it and make better?"
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