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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 14:01:59 GMT -5
He laughed, leaning back and slouching in his chair, smiling at her lazily. "What should we do first, then? Your choice."
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 14:04:59 GMT -5
Maggie chewed on her lip. "Well...I dunno. What do you do all day, when you're not selling?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 14:10:41 GMT -5
"That's the thing," he said, shrugging. "Anything. Everything. Whatever I feel like doing."
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 14:15:37 GMT -5
She thought about that a minute. "Anything?" It was tempting, not having to worry about responsibilities or what anyone might think.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 14:16:26 GMT -5
"Anything," he repeated, smirking and nodding slowly.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 14:18:34 GMT -5
She licked her lips, her insides jittery. She was hurt and broken and used and sad. This called for alcohol.
"Is it weird if we go to the bar in Irving Hall in the middle of the day?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 14:20:38 GMT -5
"Hell no," he replied immediately. He stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets and waiting for her to lead the way.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 14:25:32 GMT -5
She nodded at him, taking a brave breath as she stood up. She headed out of the House and outside, heading towards Irving Hall.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 14:28:20 GMT -5
He strolled alongside her, his gait somewhat lazy but also confident. He decided not to ask any questions just yet; he was sure they would both talk way too much once they'd had a few drinks.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 14:32:49 GMT -5
Maggie had to walk fast to keep up with his long strides. He was just so damn tall. When they got to Irving Hall, she made a bee-line for the bar, hoisting herself up onto a bar stool.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 14:35:28 GMT -5
He knocked on the bar to get the attention of the bartender on duty, then said "two beers" with a nod. He swiveled his stool around to look at her. "Safer to start off with something light," he told her seriously.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 14:37:57 GMT -5
Maggie nodded. "I'm not really much of a drinker. I've been tipsy once or twice, but..." she shrugged, thanking the bar tender when she was handed her beer, taking a big gulp.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 14:40:00 GMT -5
Skittery almost spit out his beer, swallowing hastily and putting a hand on her arm. "Whoa, there. Take it easy!" he said, laughing.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 14:43:04 GMT -5
She blushed, looking away from him. "I figured the faster I drank this one, the faster I'd get a new one." She took another drink, small this time, though.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 14:47:37 GMT -5
He chuckled, sipping his own drink. "Well, that's a surefire way to get plastered. But it's better to take it slow. Doesn't haunt you as much the next morning." He sent her a knowing look before drinking a bit more.
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