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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 14:56:24 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know. You're gonna get the clap if you keep going to those brothels, and I'll soak the shit outta you if you die." Spot opened the door and took a deep breath into the fresh air, and then glanced seriously back at Tristan. "You would be a pain in my ass to replace."
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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 15:01:27 GMT -5
"I won't die on ya, not by way of the clap anyways." Tristan said with a smirk, "I'll stop fucking whores..." He sighed.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 15:32:13 GMT -5
Amused, Spot turned the street and opened the door to O'Reagan's. "Exactly. There's plenty of fine ass in Brooklyn. And if not, you can travel across the bridge to Kelly's LH."
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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 15:33:45 GMT -5
"I'm sure Jack'll love that Spot," he took his place at the bar and immediately ordered a glass of whiskey. He held up his glass to Spot.
"To not dying from the clap!"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 15:37:00 GMT -5
"You're a mess," Spot commented with a chuckle, clinking his glass against Tristan's. "To finding you a clean lay!"
((umm im gonna have spot gets swasted))
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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 15:41:13 GMT -5
((YES!!!!!))
"Here here!" Tristan gulped the whiskey down, "Ah..."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 17:35:39 GMT -5
Spot chugged down his own glass, feeling the burning sensation go down his throat. "Another round!" He exclaimed, throwing down a couple bucks. "Scotch. On the rocks."
((that shit will fuck you up))
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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 18:13:15 GMT -5
Tristan slammed his hand on the bar. "Yes!" He picked up the scotch glass, him and Spot clanked glasses and drank.
((oh god))
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 18:23:49 GMT -5
"Damn. It's been too damn long," Spot commented, feeling lightheaded. Him and Tristan (and Sammy, for that matter) used to drink and have fun all the time. But these days its just been strictly business with Tristan.
"How's the kid? Did ya teach him how to shoot yet?"
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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 18:26:42 GMT -5
"I know!" Tristan exclaimed. "We gotta do this more often..." He started to smile when he brought up Mikey, "Spot he's a year old, he can't even walk straight how's he gonna shoot? He's good though...wish I saw him more..." He swirled the scotch in his glass, looking into the amber liquid.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 18:33:17 GMT -5
"You do good for him," Spot remarked, chewing on the ice cubes in his drink ((which they probably didnt even have back then)). "Most of the guys in our house didn't even have fathers, and mine beat me. At least when you do see him he looks forward to it."
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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 18:41:26 GMT -5
"If Nancy wasn't such a giant cunt I could do even more, but she just...she's up my ass when I'm there and she won't lemme take him by myself." Tristan said with a sigh. "I do what I can ya know?" Yet he always felt it wasn't good enough.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 18:49:48 GMT -5
Spot frowned, and tossed back the rest of the scotch. "You should show her all that money you've been making. Or show up with something nice for her and the kid. She'd start trusting you more," Spot was trying to get the words out normally, but they were starting to slur. He could be such a lightweight sometimes. All business, no fun, thats the secret to low tolerance.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 18:51:07 GMT -5
"OKAY" Tristan exclaimed with a laugh, "You nuts? I give her more than half of what I make anyways she just hates me...you would to." He snorted and took another shot.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 18:55:52 GMT -5
"How would ya feel if she up and married someone else?" Spot asked just for conversation, making eye contact with the bartender and ordering a beer.
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