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 Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 7:59 pm
::nods:: Yes. John Taught me.. So.. I could make them for him when he was drunk..
Now that I look back on it.. He wasn't a really good mentor when it came to that.
::Slides the fudge down the table to Chris and Puts the pie out for Selena and Jonah:
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:00 pm
Know whut this meal needs? Some entuhtainment tuh go wi'f it.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:02 pm
Ooo....thanks, Caitlin! You're a sweetie!
*cuts himself some fudge*
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:02 pm
Caitlin Fairchild ::nods:: Yes. John Taught me.. So.. I could make them for him when he was drunk..
Now that I look back on it.. He wasn't a really good mentor when it came to that.
::Slides the fudge down the table to Chris and Puts the pie out for Selena and Jonah: Then as long as you make martinis I don't care. Although an apron would be appropriate. I don't need anyone complaining about health hazards. Do you have any idea how irrititating it is to destroy a health inspector? They just send another one and another one and another one. ...I need that martini.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:03 pm
Um....what stresses out the Devil that much?
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:04 pm
I so want one of those Death Whispers . . . .
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:04 pm
Ah think Ah kin guess, judgin' on thuh type's of people Ah keep havin' tuh send tuh Hell.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:06 pm
::Nods and goes to get one. Walks out and looks at Lucifer::
Shaken or stirred?
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:07 pm
Jonah Hex Ah think Ah kin guess, judgin' on thuh type's of people Ah keep havin' tuh send tuh Hell. If only it were you. The more vigilantes take the to the streets the more boxes I have to find to put those wretched souls in.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:08 pm
Cain't help that Ah'm good at whut Ah do.
::finishes the whiskey and clacks the shot glass down on the table::
Really, sugarplum, some singin' or some dancin', somethin' tuh go wi'f thuh meal.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:08 pm
Caitlin Fairchild ::Nods and goes to get one. Walks out and looks at Lucifer::
Shaken or stirred? *nods approvingly* Stirred. Bond ruined the drink for generations. Vermouth, not gin.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:10 pm
((ack...where does time go...bedtime...night everyone))
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:12 pm
Now this is shaping up to be a party. Or at least a mild event. Does the jukebox work or do we have to sing ourselves?
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:13 pm
Are you sure you want to see me sing or dance?
::Grabs the ingredients for that martini then preps it. She hands it to him:: I hope it's okay.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:15 pm
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