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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 10:49:42 GMT -5
"clearly," Tristan said with a smirk, "but ya know I haven't really had the chance to do much damage lately. Lemme have a little fun huh?"
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 11:58:00 GMT -5
Grinning she leaned back, he had to make it sound like she was doing him a favor. And she knew better. "You're good, Tristan. You're good."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 12:26:54 GMT -5
He smirked, "I find you there I'll kill you myself. You clearly can't handle this alone. Let me do what I'm good at."
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 12:45:16 GMT -5
"And now you're not doing so good," she replied with a glare, narrowing her eyes before she took another swig of whiskey. "I been doin' just fine for awhile--- four against one aren't good odds." Especially when they all out weighed her by almost 100 pounds.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 13:16:06 GMT -5
"Right...so lemme even up the stakes a little." Tristan shrugged, "Lemme get my kicks in."
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 13:33:28 GMT -5
Picks just sighed after a moment and then waved at him, "Alright fine... but I wanna handle Blackjack. Just nail the guys that beat me." Her brow raised when she looked over at him. "... have your fun and tear them up." honestly she kind of liked the idea.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 13:53:25 GMT -5
"You ain't taking Blackjack on your own. It's too dangerous." Tristan said and then sighed heavily. "I know you want to, but look at what he had his men do to ya. I'm sure he could do pretty much the same on his own."
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 13:57:49 GMT -5
She glared at him and then give his arm a slight nudge with the back of her hand, it wasn't like she could do much with a broken finger. She was a mangled mess. "God, don't worry so much." Isa was the queen of, don't worry about me even though I'm mangled. It was her calling card. "Why can't I want to take care of the bastard myself? A bullet between the eyes isn't prejudice against size.."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 14:26:28 GMT -5
"Yeah, cept when he's already knocked ya unconscious it'd be kind of hard to do that." Tristan said with a smirk. "Just saying."
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 14:28:39 GMT -5
"You are not at all as funny as you think you are," she muttered, taking another swig from the bottle before handing it off to him.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 14:54:43 GMT -5
"Yeah I am, it's just pissing ya off," he smirked at her and then took another swig.
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 21:00:18 GMT -5
"Hah hah you're not funny at all," she muttered even though he was smirking at her. Somehow Isabelle had managed little sister amongst the ranks of Brooklyn's army and they weren't going to let her forget it. "You're bloody irritating." Even though she actually smirked.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 21:32:11 GMT -5
"I know, but that's what I'm here for," He said, still smirking at her. "You should probably get back in bed."
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 21:48:27 GMT -5
"Nanny goat." she muttered, but she was hurting to much to give any physical retaliation. "Nag nag nag.." Isa never told them that she appreciated them, her friends and her well family in Brooklyn. She was feeling just drunk enough to be a bit sentimental, tilting her head a bit around the window. "Hey Tristan..."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 21:58:19 GMT -5
Yeah Isa?" He asked her, looking down at her with a slight smile. He recognized the drunken haze in her eyes.
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