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 Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 2:10 pm
:::Cora giggled:::
Haha...classy...
To Marlot! :::and she took another swig...a little longer than Haelous had taught her to:::
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 2:18 pm
*Luke finishes off his drink.*
*He takes a deep breath and let it out in a satisfied sigh.*
*As he's sitting there, he gets a brilliant idea.*
Hey, Cora. Do they have "drinking games" where you're from? Or is that a completely bizarre concept?
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 2:24 pm
games....?
Citizen Luke, we don't even have drinking, let alone games for it...
:::She took another swig..she was starting to get really warm:::
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 2:30 pm
Aw, Christ. You have so much to learn! *pours himself wine this time along, along with filling her glass* Drinking without a game is like.... is like....
*grins at Cora....those wheels are turning again...*
It's like Halloween without a costume....
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 2:33 pm
:::Taking swig:::
*hicup* What....? :::giggle:::
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 2:37 pm
That's it. *speaks in a perfect calm tone, despite his drunken state and pirate attire* That's what we have to do. You need a costume.
*He gulps down the wine in one foul swoop.* *Blinks and goes "wooo"* *studies the label for a moment* Damn, that's good. *Suddenly wonders why he's been drinking Natty Light for the past two months straight...*
*focuses back to Cora* Alright, alright. Down that s**t, and follow me.
*heads towards his closet*
Halloween needs to be celebrated.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 2:42 pm
Hahahaha..... ok. :::She grabs her glass, and tries very hard to gulp it all... she takes a breath half way through, and finally finishes it all. She squints::: AOw!... MMm! :::Then wobbles off the stool and follows Luke::: ((meet us in the guest/room area here))
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:02 pm
*Luke fades in.....*
*He looks around, half awake.... He grumbles something that he doesn't even comprehend. He runs a hand over his face and plops down at the bar.*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:09 pm
*Maggie flickers in, mid-step, her arms positioned as though carrying something, seeming rushed*
*halts as she registers that she's in the Brink, letting out a relieved breath* Well now, I'm glad te let that wait a bit.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:10 pm
*Luke draws in a breath and looks over at Maggie.*
*He gives a lazy wave.*
Yo.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:16 pm
Oh, hello Luke. *looks at him, sympathetic* Ye seem tired . . . has the Brink brought ye here from a late hour?
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:20 pm
*His voice is scratchy.* Yeah. Got a mid-term tomorrow. *stretches* It's actually nice to be taking a break...
*He nods to her.*
What about you? The Brink drag you away from anything?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:25 pm
*echoes* Mid-term?
*smiles slightly* Nothing I'm sorry te be away from for a bit. The inn's been quite busy these past few days. And 'twill wait.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:31 pm
*Luke sniggered a little. Jesus, this place took a lot of explaining...*
Yeah, a mid-term. It's like a test. On paper.... *searches Maggie's face for understanding* They ask you lots of questions, and you only have a certain amount of time to write down the answers.
Anyway, it's annoying as hell.
But...an inn. That's cool. *He looks her over, clothes, speech....* You're way outta my time period. Like 1550? Something like that?
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:36 pm
*listens to his explanation, still not entirely clear on it, but more so than she was*
*she nods* Aye . . year of our Lord fifteen hundred and sixty-eight . . *walks over in his direction and takes a seat nearby* I suppose ye know a fair amount about my time, since 'tis well in the past for ye.
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