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Post by Typhoid on Apr 4, 2009 19:42:13 GMT -5
Another shrug. "Well, just don't make me have to kick you out of here drunk," she quipped.
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Post by Odin on Apr 4, 2009 20:17:18 GMT -5
::Odin, for all his maudlin mood before arriving and for the turn the conversation had taken, smirked. He carefully measured his alcohol intake, because he did not enjoy the loss of control that accompanied drunkenness. But those few times he allowed it to happen, he was a passive drunk; he was far more of a nuisance sober.:: "That, Typhoid, won't be a concern."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 4, 2009 20:21:34 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at the smirk, getting used to that being 'typical Odin'. "Fair enough."
She had to back away and serve some others that had come to the bar, and pocket a couple tips left for her.
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Post by Odin on Apr 4, 2009 20:25:17 GMT -5
::While Typhoid went off to serve and otherwise fulfill her job obligations, Odin continued to sit at the bar and drink. He was thoughtful, and as what usually happened when he was, his attention became focused, this time at a bottle of Captain Morgan's behind the bar. He saw the writing, could recite it back if asked, but his thoughts were elsewhere.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 4, 2009 20:27:53 GMT -5
She came back about 10 minutes later. "Need anything to eat or something?"
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Post by Odin on Apr 4, 2009 20:30:40 GMT -5
::Upon hearing a question, Odin's attention snapped back to her without so much as a blink. He had finished his drink, and had pushed the glass to the edge of the bar.:: "It depends on what you serve; as you know, I'm not a regular."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 4, 2009 20:35:50 GMT -5
"Usual stuff," she replied. "Fried food, a couple salads; the chicken wings are pretty good, actually." Reaching under the counter, she handed him a menu.
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Post by Odin on Apr 4, 2009 20:43:04 GMT -5
::Odin had a general routine: eat at diners, drink at clubs, take coffee anywhere along the way. However, he was in a mood and decided to vary his routine; after briefly scanning the menu, he slid it across the bar.:: "I'll try the potato skins, and take a water. No rush."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 4, 2009 20:45:53 GMT -5
She took the menu, put it away, and wrote down his order, leaving to pass it to one of the guys working the kitchen. A minute later, she returned with a glass of water and a fresh napkin for it, removed his empty glass. "It'll be 10 minutes or so." With her customers served, she was free for the next few minutes again. "The last time we met at a bar you were brooding; still having problems?"
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Post by Odin on Apr 4, 2009 20:50:14 GMT -5
"Thank you," ::Odin said, upon receiving his water. He sipped it while she asked her question. His quip was immediate, an answer in itself as his current situation wasn't completely comparable to the last. Though in some ways they had a common origin.:: "Did Bridge and Petrie step down when I wasn't looking?"
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 4, 2009 20:52:00 GMT -5
She spread her hands, smirking a little. "Sorry, no dice."
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Post by Odin on Apr 4, 2009 20:54:01 GMT -5
"Then I'll have problems for the next forty-six months," ::Odin replied. If the situation were less serious, his tone might have held a bit of humor.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 4, 2009 20:55:35 GMT -5
"I was thinking a little more closer to home then having an annoying President," she replied.
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Post by Odin on Apr 6, 2009 19:57:28 GMT -5
::Odin's fingers traced the rim of the water glass; she hadn't quite asked a question, which left him freedom to answer or not as he chose. He was on a philosophical bent for the moment, as it kept his thoughts off personal matters.:: "It always hits home."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2009 20:05:08 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow. "I am a bartender tonight, you know. We hear all sorts of things."
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