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Post by Moonshine on Oct 17, 2011 15:14:29 GMT -5
Hitting up the bar in Irving Hall twice in one week probably made Moonshine look like the worst kind of boozer. But for once, he wasn't after the liquor. He was after the girl tending to it.
Rose had gotten stuck in his head. Real stuck. So, there he was, sauntering in and taking a look around, keeping an eye out for a pretty blonde with good lips and a helluva personality.
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Post by Rose on Oct 17, 2011 23:00:27 GMT -5
Rose was working...well, a combination of jobs tonight. She was bringing out food to those who ordered it, she was cleaning whatever needed to be cleaned, she had helped some of the dancers put on their make-up, and she even dipped her toes in behind the bar.
At the current moment, she was cleaning an empty table. But, really, she was people watching. The table had been clean long ago.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 17, 2011 23:01:52 GMT -5
He saw her, distractedly cleaning a table, and he couldn't help but smile. He sauntered over. " 'Scuse me, Miss. This table taken?"
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Post by Rose on Oct 17, 2011 23:10:22 GMT -5
Without looking at him, Rose stopped cleaning and stepped aside. "Oh, no, it's all--"
She had been gesturing for the man to sit down, but when he finally caught her eye, a smirk appeared on her lips. "Welcome back, Whiskey. Do you usually come to Irving Hall twice in one week, or am I just that lucky?"
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 17, 2011 23:15:58 GMT -5
He grinned at her. "Yer just that lucky, Sugar. I came to see ya, not drink."
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Post by Rose on Oct 17, 2011 23:19:17 GMT -5
"Good, 'cause if you run up your tab anymore, you'll be workin' here to pay if off," she informed him, though she was pretty sure he wouldn't mind that.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 17, 2011 23:21:05 GMT -5
He smirked. "Speaking of which..." He reached in his poket, pulling out three dollars. "I owe a buck somethin'. Keep the rest of it."
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Post by Rose on Oct 17, 2011 23:23:55 GMT -5
Rose looked down at the money, brow furrowed. Then she looked up at him.
"You're giving me a dollar fifty tip?" she asked slowly.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 17, 2011 23:27:40 GMT -5
He lifted a shoulder. "I know they don't pay good here. And I also know ya under charged me the other night."
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Post by Rose on Oct 17, 2011 23:32:59 GMT -5
"Don't you remember? I gave you a drink on the house, for your birthday," she replied. The money was still lying there. She didn't want to take it.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 17, 2011 23:34:56 GMT -5
He sighed. "Sugar, just take it. I know damn well half the guys in here don't ever bring enough for tip. I just wanna make sure yer taken care of."
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Post by Rose on Oct 17, 2011 23:37:26 GMT -5
Without another word, Rose pocketed the three dollars.
"So, you came here to see me...Is there anything...specific you wanted to talk about? Or...what?" She looked at him expectantly, as if she were waiting for him to spout out some deep, philosophical thoughts.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 17, 2011 23:40:53 GMT -5
He shrugged again. Moonshine wasn't really the philosophical type. "I missed ya. Couldn't stop thinkin' aboutcha' since the other night."
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Post by Rose on Oct 17, 2011 23:47:44 GMT -5
"Hmm...that's funny," she said softly, almost to herself. "My feet aren't tired..."
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 17, 2011 23:51:56 GMT -5
He arched a brow, confused. "Yer...feet?" ((I'm going to bed early, had a long day  talk to you tomorrow!)) |
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talk to you tomorrow!))