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Post by Odin on Nov 9, 2008 23:20:30 GMT -5
::Odin kept his sigh to himself when the comedian's successor began political humor. The bartender looked mildly irritated, but he found a Yankee game from three years ago on YES and kept it on. It was better than anything else, despite the symbolism of living in the past.:: "Worst comes to worst, you can pick my brain for information."
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 9, 2008 23:27:22 GMT -5
"If I can ever find you," she said, smirking a little. Their run-ins were more chance encounters then not.
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Post by Odin on Nov 9, 2008 23:28:28 GMT -5
"You still have my card," ::Odin pointed out. Or she should, as she'd found use for the number once in the past.::
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 9, 2008 23:31:52 GMT -5
"Er..." she thought for a second, then chuckled and shook her head. "I believe it went through the laundry."
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Post by Odin on Nov 9, 2008 23:37:56 GMT -5
"Would you like another?" ::Odin had them in abundance, particularly with the nature of his job.::
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 9, 2008 23:40:34 GMT -5
"If you don't mind," she replied. She'd intended to keep it simply because it was always good to have an outside contact, but the day after he'd restored touch to her, she'd forgotten it in her jeans pocket completely.
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Post by Odin on Nov 9, 2008 23:44:21 GMT -5
::Odin reached into his pocket and slipped his business card holder. Flipping it open, he removed a business card with the same contact information as last time on it. Between two fingers, he extended it towards her, as was habit.:: "Here you are."
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 9, 2008 23:57:17 GMT -5
"Thank you." She took it without hesitation on her part, a fact she was inwardly proud of. Voluntary lose proximity with anyone short of Pietro was rare these days for her, even without any danger from her powers.
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Post by Odin on Nov 10, 2008 0:05:15 GMT -5
"You're welcome," ::Odin said, as he replaced the business card case in his pocket. She could use it or not, just as with the last time.::
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 10, 2008 21:14:58 GMT -5
"Are you staying long?" she asked.
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Post by Odin on Nov 10, 2008 21:28:26 GMT -5
::Odin glanced at his watch; it had passed midnight, but it was hardly late.:: "For a while longer, at least."
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 10, 2008 21:29:33 GMT -5
"Lucky you," she said with a slight smile, and put money on the bar for the bartender. "I have to go, otherwise I'll fall asleep in class."
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Post by Odin on Nov 10, 2008 21:34:52 GMT -5
::A schedule kept otherwise hectic hours rigid. Odin nodded at Typhoid, acknowledging her reason for leaving.:: "Have a safe trip home, Typhoid."
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 10, 2008 21:41:01 GMT -5
"You too," she said, getting up and putting on her coat, giving him an appraising look. "Take a cab."
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Post by Odin on Nov 10, 2008 21:44:12 GMT -5
::Odin had no reason to argue; it had been his plan. At any other time, he might smirk; however, the wound was too fresh.:: "I intend to, but thanks for the concern."
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