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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 16:39:08 GMT -5
"That may be true, but I always wake up when I hear that Law & Order music..." He stopped walking and imitated the dramatic few notes.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 16:44:15 GMT -5
She laughed, appreciating his personality a little more. "Well, you were awfully drunk last night." She smirked. "You didn't even try to kiss me. Not once."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 16:49:12 GMT -5
Michael let out a loud, disappointed groan. "Damn it. I always tell the guys I'm never playing Beer Pong with them again... It always leads to me not kissing a beautiful girl."
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 16:51:06 GMT -5
She blushed, smiling. "Well. At least you still think I'm beautiful."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 16:55:41 GMT -5
"Hey!" he replied, scoffing and laughing at the same time. "I might be sober now, but I'm not stupid! ...Or blind."
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 16:58:12 GMT -5
She smiled at him, a little coyly. "Well. Then maybe I'll let you go for that kissing thing later."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 17:09:20 GMT -5
"Well," he replied, trying to do his best impression of her. "Then maybe I'll just try it."
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 17:22:17 GMT -5
She smirked, but her insides did a pleasant little flip. "Feed me first, and we'll talk."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 17:25:52 GMT -5
"So demanding..." he mumbled, shaking his head. He approached a small cafe and opened the door for her, nodding to the waitress when he stepped inside.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 17:30:46 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes again, but kinda grinned. The waitress led them to a booth in the back corner immediately, bypassing other available tables. Clearly, this is where he always sat. "This place is cute."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 1:28:38 GMT -5
"It's small, the staff is friendly, the food is delicious," he explained, sitting across from her and planting his elbows on the table.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 1:32:51 GMT -5
She smiled at him. "I believe you. How's the french toast?"
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 1:37:31 GMT -5
Michael's eyes bulged. "Oh my god, it's fucking amazing," he informed her, his mouth watering at the thought of it. "I prefer the pancakes myself, but damn. When I'm in the mood for french toast, it seriously hits the spot."
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 1:39:14 GMT -5
She laughed, she couldn't help it. He was sort of oddly adorable. She was suddenly really glad she'd brought him home, even if nothing had happened.
When th waitress came, she ordered her french toast and a grapefruit juice.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 1:40:49 GMT -5
"Short stack and a coffee." He stopped the waitress as she turned to leave with a hand on her arm. "An extra large coffee..."
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