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Post by boomer on Jun 24, 2008 14:54:42 GMT -5
Tabitha smiled, almost embarrassed, because of her rambling confusion. "We'll it's really all I'm good at." She said and took a drink from her ginger ale.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 24, 2008 15:06:51 GMT -5
"Quite enough," Gambit said, finishing his gin. "Ev'rybody is always good at more 'n one t'ing, so..." he just shrugged, letting her know he had no issues whatsoever with her answers.
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Post by boomer on Jun 24, 2008 15:10:24 GMT -5
Tabitha nodded. "Alrighty." She said, smiling. "So...what are your greatest skills?"
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Post by Gambit on Jun 24, 2008 15:13:21 GMT -5
"Lyin' would be one," Gambit suggested for starters, watching her reaction. Technically, she could well stop believing everything he had said until now and/or everything he would say from this moment on; he was curious what decision she'd make.
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Post by boomer on Jun 24, 2008 15:26:36 GMT -5
Her right brow hitched up slightly at that and she looked at him curiously. "That's a good skill." She said, deciding that she'd just have to listen very carefully and try to possibly figure out his lies from his truths.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 25, 2008 5:34:52 GMT -5
"Good, nothin'," Gambit laughed. He took out another cigarette and lit it with a brush of his finger. "A basic survival skill, an' as such, it gotta be well-trained."
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Post by boomer on Jun 25, 2008 16:52:15 GMT -5
Tabitha watched his movement with the cigarette and smirked. Nice. She thought. "You can't be trained in lying. You're either good at it or you're not. So, you're a natural lier, anything else?" She asked, smirking.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 26, 2008 1:09:00 GMT -5
"Actually, ya can," Gambit smirked, "life kick ya in de ass couple'a hard times an' ye're gettin' better at it already. Which would make my naturalness a rather hard-to-establish fact." He pulled at the cigarette. "Not much else," he winked at Tabitha, "though I ain't so bad at playin' cards..."
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Post by boomer on Jun 26, 2008 1:21:04 GMT -5
Tabitha playfully rolled her eyes and mumbled a 'whatever'. At his wink she smirked and when he mentioned cards she wrinkled up her nose. "You will not catch me playing cards unles it's a game of Gold Fish or Slap Jack." She said naming the card games she had played when younger. The other games she'd played, such as poker, she was useless at, always losing.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 26, 2008 1:23:32 GMT -5
"So much de better for ya," Gambit replied, "robbin' pretty girls of deir money always breaks my heart a little."
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Post by boomer on Jun 26, 2008 1:28:05 GMT -5
Tabitha snorted. "Me, pretty? Yeah, right." She said, and drank the last of her ginger ale.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 26, 2008 2:35:11 GMT -5
"Wanna argue, or what?" Gambit asked with a grin.
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Post by boomer on Jun 26, 2008 13:32:00 GMT -5
Tabitha turned in the seat to look at him fully. "I'm not pretty." She said, not able to help the small smile on her lips, though her eyebrows were furrowed a bit. "And that grin of yours will not make me think any different."
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Post by Gambit on Jun 26, 2008 14:40:27 GMT -5
(( however, the PB tells me and Gambit otherwise... ))
"Mebbe not jus' now, no," Gambit agreed. "Mebbe... five, ten minutes later, eh?" he checked the time on his cellphone.
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Post by boomer on Jun 26, 2008 15:05:28 GMT -5
((hehe...Tabby thinks otherwise... I know my PB's pretty too, though))
"I don't think so." Tabitha said and shook her head slightly with a smile.
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