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Post by Brady Sydney on Nov 30, 2007 21:45:30 GMT -5
"Not going to ask," She told him, "And it was a joke, John."
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Post by stjohn on Nov 30, 2007 21:53:33 GMT -5
"Right! Joke. Got that." John said, as another glass of vodka was placed before him. Picking it up, he took a long drink.
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Post by Brady Sydney on Nov 30, 2007 21:54:59 GMT -5
Brady laughed, "So, you think you'll be here for about an hour or two?" She asked.
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Post by stjohn on Nov 30, 2007 22:02:52 GMT -5
Glancing around the bar for a moment, his gaze then fell to the drink, before John lifted his head to look back over at Brady. "Yeah, think so as long as the bar still gives me f*cking drinks."
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Post by Brady Sydney on Nov 30, 2007 22:07:55 GMT -5
"Ok, good," Brady said with a small smirk, "Because, I don't know when this will be over and if you need a place to stay...You'll have to stick around for awhile unless you can find another ride to my place."
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Post by stjohn on Nov 30, 2007 22:09:58 GMT -5
"I can wait." John said simply with a shrug. "I'm good at waiting."
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Post by Brady Sydney on Nov 30, 2007 22:10:53 GMT -5
Brady smiled, "Ok, then. Well, I should probably get back." She said and looked over to where Kevin and Gambit were.
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Post by stjohn on Nov 30, 2007 22:11:56 GMT -5
Giving another nod, John motioned towards his drink. "Yeah I should get back to my vodka here, too. It, unlike me is f*cking impatient."
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Post by Brady Sydney on Nov 30, 2007 22:17:49 GMT -5
Brady laughed and then smiled, "Well, let's not keep the vodka waiting. I'll be back when we're ready to leave." She said and gave his shoulder a small pat before walking back over to Kevin and Gambit.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 1, 2007 9:33:44 GMT -5
"A venture?" Gambit asked, smirking. He filled the glass with rum, sugar, mint and ice, then placed a slice of lime on the rim and added mint leaves on top. He put the glass before Keira. "Now dat sound like somethin' I don' wanna try."
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Post by Morph on Dec 1, 2007 9:35:14 GMT -5
"Aw, come on!" Kevin exclaimed, then leaned over the bartop to grab a straw and drink his mojito through it. He was probably overdoing it with the cleavage thing, but he couldn't care less. "You don't even know what it is yet!"
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Post by Gambit on Dec 1, 2007 9:36:07 GMT -5
"Yeah," Gambit nodded, leaning against the counter, "an' ya know whose fault dis be?"
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Post by Morph on Dec 1, 2007 9:38:51 GMT -5
Morph made a face. "I thought you looked like a businessman type," he said. In the back of his mind, he noticed that his mutation was already trying to imitate Gambit's speech pattern, but he shoved it back away from his attention. Impersonating Gambit could be fun later; he'd have to learn some French first, though.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 1, 2007 9:42:07 GMT -5
"Moi?" Gambit laughed. "Non, got dat wrong, chere." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Who or what gave ya an idea t' ask Gambit 'bout business when you don' even know 'im?" He was trying to carefully swing the conversation in the direction of either turning her around and sending her where she came from, or getting information from her.
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Post by Morph on Dec 1, 2007 9:44:18 GMT -5
Morph couldn't really tell him that he'd spent a few months watching Gambit while visiting the Club in disguise, watching the patrons, asking people, getting information, spying. He still valued his life. "Aw, come on, everybody knows you," he said matter of factly, sipping the cocktail.
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