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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 15:57:40 GMT -5
"Well, I will help you remove that tattoo," he said, giving her a friendly punch on the arm. "Right after we get super drunk."
((Hey, I'm gonna catch up on some TV shows for a bit! Be back in a bit!))
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 16:03:17 GMT -5
((Haha, k, I'll be here))
She smirked. "Agreed." She took another drink, feeling a slight buzz starting in her head.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 17:59:40 GMT -5
The next 45 minutes or so consisted of Skittery talking all sorts of nonsense in-between buying them beer after beer. Then, he moved onto gin, ordering them two shots each.
He held his shot glass up in the air. "To living the lone wolf life," he said, only slurring a little bit.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 18:03:19 GMT -5
She giggled outright, clinking shot glasses with him before tossing it back. "To living like a wolf." She flashed him a smile, drunk now, though not sloppy.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 18:13:17 GMT -5
"A lone wolf," he corrected with a smirk. He took the shot, throwing his head back to make it go down faster. "The lone part is very important."
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 18:28:51 GMT -5
"Right. Of course." She picked up her second shot, tossing it back, making a face. "Ya know. This stuff isn't so bad."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 18:32:32 GMT -5
He made a face as it went down; he could feel it burning all the way into his stomach. "I think that's the beer talking..."
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 18:37:19 GMT -5
She giggled again, her head swimming in that pleasant way that made a girl forget things like trauma and pain and heartbreak. "Maybe you're right. Either way, I want another."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 18:49:52 GMT -5
"Coming right up," he said, lifting a hand as the bartender passed. He ordered whiskey this time, downing his second shot and wondering how she was out drinking him.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 18:55:00 GMT -5
She was half-Irish and half-Spanish -- of course she was out drinking him. She sniffed the whiskey, scrunching her nose at it. "I dunno how Moonshine does it. He drinks this stuff like water."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 18:59:08 GMT -5
"Is Moonshine that guy who's too good looking and says 'Sugar' all the time?" He was concerned he knew that much about him, considering he'd only seen him here in passing a few times.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 19:02:05 GMT -5
"That's the one. He is pretty dreamy. Oozes all kinds of Southern sex appeal." She sighed a little wistfully, sipping on her whiskey instead of tossing it back. When she was with Goblin, she hadn't bothered looking at anybody else, even objectively. She was completely overwhelmed with just Sebastian. But now...well, now, she didn't have him anymore. So she could look if she wanted to...no matter how guilty it made her feel.
She tossed back the rest of her whiskey to drown the guilt, then turned her eyes on Skittery. He was a real looker, too. Objectively.
((Hey, I have to go to the bank and then drive home, but I'll be back in an hour or so! And then I'll work on your pictures!))
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 19:09:14 GMT -5
"I like brunettes, myself," he teased, sending her a wink. He wasn't trying to flirt, really, but it just came out that way. He couldn't help it. He really wasn't looking for a girl right now, but Script seemed like she would be nice to have around. ((Okay! I'm looking for Rose stuff right now  )) |
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 20:17:41 GMT -5
((Back!))
She blushed pink, biting her lip, but she smiled a little, glancing at him through her lashes. "I'm a brunette..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 20:25:04 GMT -5
"Hey, so am I!" he replied, laughing and taking another long sip of his whiskey. "Damn, you're right, this is gross."
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))