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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 16:45:33 GMT -5
He grinned at her. "That mean yer gonna celebrate with me?" He held up his own glass, ready for another toast.
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 16:51:51 GMT -5
Rose simply clinked her glass against his and drained half her glass. Her head was swimming a bit, but only in the shallow end of the pool.
((I'm gonna head off to bed! But I can't WAIT to play with them more! Squee!))
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 16:53:44 GMT -5
((Yay! I super love her! Night!))
He grinned and drowned his glass. He was feeling that nice warm tingle in his gut. Whether it was from the liquor, the girl or both, he wasn't sure.
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Post by Rose on Oct 16, 2011 0:56:31 GMT -5
When Rose set down her glass, she was surprised to find she'd actually emptied it. Whoops.
"So, tell me, Whiskey... Who broke your heart?" Rose was now officially tipsy, which meant from now on she would only get more and more talkative.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 16, 2011 1:01:25 GMT -5
He sighed a bit dramatically, then leaned in closer. "Well, Kathryn picked another guy over me after makin' out with me just to make 'im jealous. Then a friend of mine introduces me to his sister who's boyfriend is practically a kid." He shook his head. "I got the worst luck, I'm tellin' ya."
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Post by Rose on Oct 16, 2011 1:04:01 GMT -5
Rose bent over, her elbow set on the counter and her chin resting in her palm.
"That is pretty tough luck. But looks like you got pretty lucky when you went swimming in the gene pool," she said with a nod, looking him up and down as much as she could - 'cause he was sitting down and all.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 16, 2011 1:07:13 GMT -5
He grinned big at that, his ego feeling a little better. "It's the Southern charm." He tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. "Which by the sound of it, you got, too. Where ya from?"
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Post by Rose on Oct 16, 2011 1:11:47 GMT -5
Rose blinked when he tapped her nose, but other than that, showed no signs of acknowledgement.
"Atlanta. Georgia. Lemme guess, you're from..." she closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. "Tennessee... No, wait. Kentucky."
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 16, 2011 1:14:44 GMT -5
He grinned, impressed. "Yer good. Southern Kentucky." He leaned further against the bar, arms crossed on top of it, in front of him. Their noses were nearly touching.
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Post by Rose on Oct 16, 2011 1:18:16 GMT -5
"I have a gift," she whispered, staring at him.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 16, 2011 1:20:19 GMT -5
His voice was just as low when he spoke. "I'll say..." He lifted a hand to play with a strand of her hair.
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Post by Rose on Oct 16, 2011 1:22:29 GMT -5
"No, really," Rose continuted, her voice no longer in a whisper. "I have a gift for you. A birthday one." She stood up straight and poured him another glass of whiskey. "There. It's on the house."
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 16, 2011 1:23:58 GMT -5
He smirked, arching a brow at the glass. "Well, then I guess I'll say thanks, Sugar. Do me a favor and refill that glass a' yours, wouldja'."
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Post by Rose on Oct 16, 2011 1:28:36 GMT -5
Rose did so without a word, taking a small sip immediately.
"Y'know, this stuff is actually pretty good," she said, her words becoming just the slightest bit slurred.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 16, 2011 1:29:49 GMT -5
"'S why it's my favorite. Beer's good, too, but it was a whiskey kinda night tonight." He flashed her a smile. "When are ya off the clock?"
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