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Post by Racetrack on Aug 10, 2011 22:10:21 GMT -5
"With the possibility of bloodshed and mayhem? Not so much. But with sticking around here, yeah," Race assured her softly. "Spot's right, they need someone along who's not ready to draw blood at the drop of a hat." Though he was actually afraid he might go the same route after a few minutes with Sammy and/or Hunter.
Out loud to the boys, he added innocently, "Oh, are we pretending that any of you are actually gonna matter in this game?" Because in this particular area, Racetrack had no modesty.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 11, 2011 0:21:20 GMT -5
Spot smirked at Race. He would never admit it, but he had missed his old friend. "Please Higgins, you've been absent from these parts for too long...you have no idea what you are up against."
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Post by raven on Aug 11, 2011 6:35:21 GMT -5
"Okay...good," Raven said with a besides, "next time why don't you come a stay a few days when we aren't in the midst of impending doom uh?" She smirked at him.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 11, 2011 21:34:10 GMT -5
"Well, if anyone had ever invited me," Race grumbled, knowing it sounded childish--but hey, relations with childhood friends could be just that.
Aloud, he said, "What, you've finally learned not to get stone drunk before the game and 'show off' all your hands before the betting ends?" And he smirked and concluded that it really was good to be home. Poker and banter and a little visit to the Bronx that could potentially get them all killed--it was going to be an interesting week.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 12, 2011 1:04:29 GMT -5
Spot chuckled, shaking his head. "God, I forgot about that." He looked over at Racetrack fondly, and patted his shoulder.
"What's mine is yours, Higgins. Except for this one," he gestured to Raven, and winked at her, "Enjoy your stay in Brooklyn."
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Post by raven on Aug 12, 2011 8:39:55 GMT -5
Raven rolled her eyes, "Like you'd be that stupid," she said to Racetrack.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 12, 2011 21:02:12 GMT -5
"I'll do my best," Race said to Spot with a chuckle--pleasantly surprised, and just a little wary, that he was playing nice.
To Raven, he said, "That, and I'm pretty sure we've both seen each other passed out drunk in a pile of spaghetti. I think that kills the possibility of illicit romance forever."
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Post by raven on Aug 12, 2011 23:39:52 GMT -5
Raven laughed, "So gross...it's not pretty when you wake up from it either, sauce running down your face, in your hair..." She shook her head.
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