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Post by Odin on Mar 31, 2009 22:06:48 GMT -5
"Serving drinks to hipsters and strange men won't lend itself to that," ::Odin pointed out. He lifted his drink again for another sip.::
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 31, 2009 22:07:58 GMT -5
She gave him a classic 'Well, duh' look. "My relationship problems don't give me leave to skip my shift," she pointed out.
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Post by Odin on Mar 31, 2009 22:11:40 GMT -5
"No, but it's still flu season for another month," ::Odin said, taking another sip before setting his glass down.:: "Bars are too depressing to be in when you have weight on your shoulders."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 31, 2009 22:16:26 GMT -5
"I suppose so." Calling in sick never usually entered her consciousness as a way to get out of work, but then again she'd never really felt the need to have time away. "Sometimes the singing helps with it, though."
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Post by Odin on Mar 31, 2009 22:18:52 GMT -5
::Odin had never been musically inclined, so he had to take that at face value.:: "I suppose that could be cathartic."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 31, 2009 22:23:03 GMT -5
She took a breath. "So...what about you? Drinking alone usually means something's going wrong." She would know, but that was a whole different commentary on her past.
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Post by Odin on Mar 31, 2009 22:24:19 GMT -5
::Odin shook his head, using that same subtle shake that he had.:: "I always drink alone; I'm usually alone and so it works out that way."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 31, 2009 22:26:28 GMT -5
Her eyebrow rose. "Friends don't count?"
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Post by Odin on Mar 31, 2009 22:29:39 GMT -5
::Odin mirrored her expression with a quirked eyebrow of his own.:: "Have you ever seen me out with someone?"
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 31, 2009 22:35:15 GMT -5
She laughed a second. "Only if a riot is your idea of a fun day out."
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Post by Odin on Mar 31, 2009 22:36:40 GMT -5
::This was where Odin's photographic memory was an asset, in terms of letting him recall his past interactions with her.:: "I enjoy rallies. But I was alone there, you met me at a bar and I was alone, and the time at Burger King. Now here."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 31, 2009 22:40:14 GMT -5
"Why so alone, then?" she asked.
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Post by Odin on Mar 31, 2009 22:44:34 GMT -5
::Odin chose to bide his time, for as long as the compulsion would allow. He knew the limits of his Achilles Heel by this stage in his life; it had already been a full eighteen months.:: "State of nature, I suppose."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 1, 2009 20:33:56 GMT -5
She gave a one shouldered shrug. "It used to be mine. I changed."
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Post by Odin on Apr 2, 2009 20:33:23 GMT -5
::Odin turned his free hand, exposed his palm as a substitution for a shrug.:: "I'm not bemoaning my solitude; you asked why I was alone, I answered. With me, drinking alone is indicative of nothing in particular."
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