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 Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 9:28 am
Colche giggles. Big sissy mar? Yes, thats what Marke was like a big sister, she trusted the ladies instincs. Sighing lightly she nudged the ladies cheek with ehr nose and rolled off the bed stretching her arms out over ehr head. "Thankyou marke" she puurrs her sweet blue eyes dancing happily. She had a game plan now. Maybe Markes plan would work. he hoped so. Maybe this was just a crush but it was her first, she truely wanted Josh to like ehr as much as she liked him.
"See later Marke" she nods softly padding to the door with her tail swaying happily behind her. With sparkly nail polis and her hair all up and out of the way for a change she felt confident, with markes words ringingin ehr ears she would talk to Josh and he would like her, he would. Hopefully.
Smiling back at the madam the little cheetah girl opened the door "Food time" she grins stepping over the thresh hold. She was hungry after all this girl talk!
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 3:53 pm
Earlier that evening, F had wondered over to the beach bar alone. The man wasn't normally a drinker, but he'd heard the place offered numerous breeds of alcohol. All of which were free.
Of course, an important job requirement for a homeless person was the innate necessity to take full advantage of free things. And whether it was a free ginger biscuit or a complimentary sanitary towel mattered little. The principle still stood.
F hadn't been aiming to get pissed. It just sort of happened.
He left the beach bar with only four particularly fancy cocktails in him, but a severe stagger all the same. The drinks had turned out to be rather a lot stronger than they'd let on at first.
He rolled off in the direction of the duplexes, stumbling over the landscape occupying the space in between.
F reached where he decided his duplex had been the last time they'd met and squinted at the number tacked onto the door. He gurgled confidently at it and began searching for his keys.
A distinct "Grah." would be heard a few moments later as the Romanian gave up and slumped against the door. Obviously the keys had escaped his pocket at first sight of alcohol.
Following this, a thought soon occurred to him and he brought his hand to his mouth with an odd expression. With a stroke of genius, he pointed vaguely upwards before making his way up the stairs to the duplex above him and thumping the door.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 4:08 pm
F blinked vacantly at her for a moment, apparently equally surprised to see her there, before remembering what he was here for.
"A-hallo," he slurred politely in as sober a manner as he could currently manage. "C'n I use yer barfroom?"
He seemed to have unwittingly invented a more accurate term for the room. He wasn't likely to have a bath in there, after all.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 4:33 pm
F had already stumbled past her and over to the bathroom door by the time she had suggested she showed him.
"Cheers" he said with a brief wave of his hand. After disappearing behind it he flailed a couple of fingers at the lock in the hopes that this would achieved the desired result.
Now, if Maryke were foolish enough not to have pre-emptively chewed her particularly receptive ears off by this point, she would be graced with some awfully lovely sounds.
On the other side of the door, F had found the toilet, plopped down in front of it, and vomited quite profusely on the bathmat.
"Ruh. So'y" he attempted an apology in the direction of the bathroom door, and would aim better next time.
F would never have guessed that this was not entirely the effect of alcohol ingestion, but actually mostly a result of an injection that he had been given quite sneakily in his sleep the previous night. This was preparation for his very first change. Which was about the commence approximately.. now.
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