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 Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 10:52 pm
*Dashes inside to escape the tumultuous rain, entering the smoky atmosphere* What does a gal have to do to get a drink around here?
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:11 pm
Wesker raised his eyebrow as someone, who turned out to be Claire Redfield, suddenly burst in through the front door. AT the time he had been entertaining himself by playings darts, with a picture of Chris' face taped at the target.
"Ordering is usually a good way to start." he said, putting the darts away, each one in Chris' face.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:58 pm
*Rolls her eyes as she spots the picture of her dear brother's face being used as target practice*
"Well one would order if the "help" wasn't preoccupied slacking off!" she replied choosing a bar stool at the end of the bar closest to Albert Wesker. A man she certaintly wasn't to fond of.
"Now if you wouldn't mind, I would like a strawberry daiquiri please..." Claire wasn't fond of adding politeness, but her parents had taught her decent manners.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:25 pm
"Hmph....I preferred it when you feared me" he let out as he moved to his spot at the bar. After she placed her order, Wesker looked for the ingredients and went about preparing the drink, with all the flashy bottle juggling that goes along with it. "Child's play...for a god." Once completed, he placed thew glass on a napkin and slide it over to her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:59 pm
Claire watched as Wesker flaunted his skills while preparing her drink.
"People really still fear him? Seriously?" she thought, stifling a laugh.
Ignoring his comparison to being a God Claire picked up the glass and took a sip. It was fantastic, but not wanting to compliment the man, she replied, "Not bad, I've had better though."
She looked about the empty bar. "Not much activity around here, is someone having trouble reeling in the customers?" a smile appeared on the young woman's face.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 8:04 pm
Half expecting some for of verbal job, Wesker took her comments superficially. He knew just how good his skills were at bartending, as with anything he happened to try his hand in. Still, he saw no waste in returning her jab with one of his own. "I very much doubt you've tried a better one, unless you were previously inhibriated prior to tasting one. As for the state of my establishment, less people that bother me, the more secure my plans are."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 3:04 pm
"How dare he suspect her of being a lush!" Claire assessed while drinking her beverage. Trying to keep her cool and not let the man get the best of her she had only one reply.
"Why open a bar in the first place? Of all places to own, why choose this? I thought you were a perfectionist, a bar without a lot of patrons is not a very successful business."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:21 pm
As he remembered, getting under Claire's skin was a fun verbal exercise, rather than dealing with her thick-headed brother. He treated it as a diversion rather than a challenge though, not expecting Claire to be able to outwith him at all. "That only applies if the purpose of the bar is to make money. If your business is a front, or let's say a cover for your intentions, I do not see a better option than an empty bar."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 9:43 pm
Now she was getting somewhere. Intellegence had supplied minimal information on Wesker's current affairs. The last update was in fact just the notice that he owned and operated a bar. She remembered laughing out loud at the joke of it until early this evening when through the rain streaked windshield she could make out the neon sign hanging above the place.
"I see, so you are basically revealing that this is in fact a cover?" Claire asked, but to not pry any further she dropped the subject. The fact that he merely revealed this meant that Wesker had doubted she would be able to do anything about it.
"Well reguardless, I think this could be a great bar with the right updating and advertising. Would you mind fixing me another, please?" Claire scooted the drink towards Wesker.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 7:35 pm
Wesker nodded as he took her empty glass and prepared another identical drink, witht he same level of showmanship. "Did I reveal that? I don't seem to recall, and you don't really have any prove toback that claim up do you my dear Miss Claire?" Wesker's eyes glew red as he slightly smirked, slidding the drink in front of her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 3:46 am
Feeling the color rise to her cheeks Claire quickly grabbed the drink and gulped it down. His patronizing tone was starting to show and she hated it. "Well we both know what you implied Albert." She knew how he despised people addressing him by his first name and hoped for retribution.
((Sorry about the ten million years later response, haven't been feeling up to par lately! gonk ))
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 3:58 pm
Wesker smirked, observing the the youngest Redfield was becoming flustered, rather easily. It was as fun to frustrate her verbally as it was to physically assault her or Chris. For now he would simply continue his 'assult'. "The only thing I have inplied here, dear Claire, is that you are lousy at holding in your liquor, as is to be expected."
((no worried. I'm assuming you must be better to have replied))
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 12:07 am
Growing tired of Wesker's antics, Claire moved off her stool making her way to the dart board that Wesker had previously used for target practice. Approaching the board she carefully removed the darts from her brother's face, frustration continuing to grow inside her. She hoped this little jaunt would give her sufficient intel and not be another dead end in the hopeless case of Umbrella. She folded the picture placing it inside her back pocket and proceeded to throw a dart.
"Don't think for a second that I don't know what you are trying to do Wesker." She casually called over to him. "I know your are purposefully trying to agravate me, hoping I will tire of your games and leave."
((Yes, I'm doing much better. Just trying to get back into the swing of things. Not to mention finding time in between work to rake my stupid leaves! eek ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 6:56 pm
"Now what reason would I have fo that. To do so would...imply that I have something to hide." From under the bar, Wesker pulled out a dart and threw it. The dart flew past Claire's head and stuck Chris' picture, in the forehead area. "Oh drat...I hit a hollow area..."
((my laptop's been bugging out so it's ok))
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 5:12 pm
A humming begins as the old jukebox in the corner surges to life
I can't fight this feeling any longer.
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.
What started out as friendship,
Has grown stronger.
I only wish I had the strength to let it show.
Dean stood slumped over the now warm an buzzing box, a beer in one hand quarters in the other. Dammit Wesker I hate this song man and I can't seem to get it to stop playing now. How do I change songs, there's no damn buttons on this old box or anything
[{ Damn I haven't done any of this for a long time, I've come to realize i'm pretty rusty at it}]
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