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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 14:54:59 GMT -5
He smirked at her. "Same has half the other men here. You dames break our hearts." He took another swallow from his glass.
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 14:57:18 GMT -5
"Yeah... Bitches, the lot of us," Rose replied, nodding slowly. "I would apologize on behalf of the fairer sex, but I don't think I'd live to see the next sunrise."
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 15:00:00 GMT -5
He snorted at her easy use of swear words, flashing her a grin. "Now, Sugar, I dunno if I've met a girl like you yet."
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 15:03:09 GMT -5
Rose ignored the small flip her heart performed when he smiled like that at her.
"Well, there is only one of me, isn't there? So it only makes sense." She quirked an eyebrow at him, the smallest trace of a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 15:05:54 GMT -5
He regarded her thoughtfully, gesturing for her to go ahead and refill his glass. "Have a drink with me, Rose." It wasn't really a question.
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 15:08:49 GMT -5
Rose reached under the counter and got out an empty glass, setting it across from his. She poured more whiskey into his glass, then filled her own about halfway.
"What shall we drink to, Whiskey?" she asked, holding up her glass, ready for a toast. Probably a sad, depressing toast. The best kind.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 15:15:16 GMT -5
He grinned at her, holding up his own glass. "To broken hearts, and the pretty girls that'll heal 'em." He clinked his glass against hers, winking a little.
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 15:21:35 GMT -5
Rose quirked an eyebrow, an expression of deep thought on her face.
"Okay...except my heart's not broken, and I highly doubt a pretty girl will heal it...but what the hell?" She lifted her glass to her lips and took a sizeable gulp.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 15:23:14 GMT -5
He drank too. This girl was getting better and better. He flashed her another smile. "I like a girl who knows how to handle her spirits."
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 15:28:39 GMT -5
Rose inhaled sharply as she felt the whiskey burn all the way down her throat. She set the glass down on the counter with a small 'clunk.'
"No, I don't. I once thought there was a ghost in my room, I almost wet the bed."
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 15:31:17 GMT -5
He laughed outright, patting her hand where it rested on the bar. "Sugar, you crack me up."
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 15:35:07 GMT -5
"Well, then, I can die happy now. My goal in life has always been to make a guy named Whiskey laugh, isn't that weird?" Rose studied him, wondering how much of his personality was hidden (or brought about) by the booze. He seemed like a friendly enough guy, and he was surely attractive - she wouldn't lie about that.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 15:39:53 GMT -5
He grinned at her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware she was a bar tender, which means it was her job to talk about him. He ignored that thought, wanting to believe she was there with him for more than just tips. "Yer a pretty one, Rose. And ya got a name to match it."
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 15:42:55 GMT -5
"Roses are very beautiful, aren't they? It's the thorns you gotta watch out for, though," she said vaguely, sending him a quick wink.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 15:46:52 GMT -5
He grinned, amused. "Well, I like thorns. Makes things excitin'."
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