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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 13:16:58 GMT -5
::The conversation had turned lighter, which in Odin's mind gave him permission to resume drinking. He took a sip and returned her laugh with a half-hearted smile. Since settling here, he had spent most of his time in mutant-dominated company.:: "It's something to keep in mind if you decide to come here more often."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 13:20:17 GMT -5
Monet crossed her legs. "I've only been here once before. I like it, though the decor is a little flamboyant for my taste."
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 13:21:39 GMT -5
"It's to get people in the mood, I've always assumed," ::Odin replied. Not one to enjoy dancing or public coupling, he'd paid little attention to motif, and had attributed it all to the dancing atmosphere.::
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 13:29:45 GMT -5
"The mood?" Monet asked, assuming he was referring to something sexual, though she hoped not. Odin seemed dignified, and that was appealing to her. Much more so than Julian's brash manner and rude advances had been.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 13:35:04 GMT -5
::Odin upturned the hand not holding his drink to gesture at the dance floor, and how several of the other mutants around them were coupled, for the night if not further.:: "It's a night club. Patrons tend to have expectations of lights and color and the occasional fog machine."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 13:38:10 GMT -5
Monet shrugged. She was used to a different kind of night club, but decided against bringing that up. Instead, she decided to change the subject. "What do you do for a living, Odin?"
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 13:41:40 GMT -5
::Odin had been mid-sip when the question was asked, and he had time to swallow before his compulsion for honesty took hold.:: "I work for a small mutant-run magazine."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 13:45:47 GMT -5
This was fascinating to Monet, who was used to being on the wrong side of the magazine business. It was also notable that someone who ran a magazine, even a small one didn't know who she was. "That's very interesting. What sort of things do you write about?" She sipped her beer, which was less appetizing with each sip. She wouldn't order another.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 13:47:40 GMT -5
"The magazine itself, or I as an employee?" ::Odin asked for clarification. His duties lay primarily elsewhere, but he had written a column or two in the magazine's infancy.::
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 13:49:53 GMT -5
Monet was confused, but tried not to show it. "The magazine." She clarified, wondering what it was he was writing outside of the magazine. She pushed her beer away from her, still half full.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 14:14:51 GMT -5
::Odin noticed that she hadn't finished her beer, but could hardly fault her; he found the taste vile.:: "Current events, basic science, coping methods, basic business information...anything that can help mutants live better, easier lives in our society."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 14:18:03 GMT -5
"What's the magazine called?" Monet asked, mentally applauding herself for avoiding the term 'rag.' She glanced briefly at the bartender, nodding for him to come over. She needed to order a real drink.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 14:23:34 GMT -5
"X-Factor," ::Odin replied. Looking over, he noticed the bartender approaching, and decided that he would get a glass of water to balance out the liquor.::
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 14:26:03 GMT -5
Monet decided to resort back to habit and smiled at the bartender. "Rum and coke, top shelf, please." She said, her face taking on a practiced innocence that she had used since childhood whenever asking for something.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 14:31:06 GMT -5
::Odin smirked to himself; that was his drink.::
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