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Post by Racetrack on Aug 25, 2011 21:30:19 GMT -5
"Sapphy wants to go west," Race agreed, as if that settled the matter.
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 26, 2011 6:48:51 GMT -5
Jack raised an eyebrow. "You're gonna go west for a girl that's not even your girlfriend? That's dedication."
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 30, 2011 13:41:07 GMT -5
"Well, we've got a plan, see," Race explained. "She's gonna train horses and race 'em, and I'm gonna bet on 'em. So really, I'm just following my fortune." He took another shot and found that his stool seemed to be wobbling a little, so he held onto the bar. "Hey Jack, is the ground shaking?"
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 30, 2011 15:18:19 GMT -5
"Uh...no, is it spinnin?" Jack asked him. God he was drunk.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 7:37:57 GMT -5
Race rested his forehead on the bar. "Is there any way in hell we're gonna be able to make it home?"
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 31, 2011 7:55:47 GMT -5
"No way man." Jack started laughing, "we are so stuck here!"
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 8:08:31 GMT -5
"But they're gonna close and kick us out and then we're gonna freeze to death," Race said dramatically, entirely forgetting that it was August.
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 31, 2011 8:52:18 GMT -5
"NO! We're gonna die of heat exhaustion out there with no water...our skin's gonna shrivel up like that old lady down the street who talks to me in Yiddish and tries to make me eat her crumbly potato pancakes..." Jack stared wistfully off into space. "You hungry?"
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 8:55:23 GMT -5
"Starving!" Race said, raising his head and spinning around so eagerly that his stool toppled over. After a couple of false starts, he managed to stagger to his feet. "We should find food," he said, heading for what he thought was the door, though he was, in fact, walking toward the opposite side of the pub.
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 31, 2011 9:44:07 GMT -5
Jack immediately stood up and grabbed Race by the arm. "Out we go!" He dragged Race off in the right direction. "RACE! This is Brooklyn! Where we gonna eat in BROOKLYN?"
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 11:26:03 GMT -5
"People do eat in Brooklyn, y'know," Race informed him indignantly. "We don't just live off o' grudges or somethin'." When he was drunk, his borough allegiances got very confused. He stumbled out beside Jack, trying to think of a place around here that actually had food--preferably one that was really easy to find.
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 31, 2011 11:28:23 GMT -5
"I don't know how you survived in this place...you're way to happy for Brooklyn," Jack commented as he stumbled down the street.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 11:40:45 GMT -5
"Brooklyn can be happy. Have you met Kennedy?" He smirked. "'Sides, they always need someone to keep 'em all from killing each other." He spotted a very dodgy joint with a half-dressed woman lounging against the door. "Think they have food?"
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 31, 2011 12:05:00 GMT -5
"No but they probably got something else we want..." Jack said with a grin and looped an arm around Racetrack's shoulder as they headed inside.
((Oh GOD! lol))
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 12:10:09 GMT -5
((Hahaha! Poor Race!))
They were immediately accosted by a large woman with wild blond curls who was practically bursting out of her dress. "Gentlemen! Welcome! What's your pleasure tonight? I can introduce you to all the girls, or pick out the ones I think you'll like best," she offered with a huge smile, putting a hand on each of their shoulders.
Race blinked several times and looked at Jack. "Whatever happened to Stagey, huh?"
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