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 Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 2:45 pm
Kaylin hurriedly wrote a note saying she was fine, not wanting the waitress to worry about her. She watches as Gypsy goes to help some new customers, sandwich momentarily forgotten as she looks at the curiously as they were a rather collection. She returns to taking slow bites of her sandwich after a few moments of staring. She didn't want the people to think she was being rude, and the growling of her stomach demanded she finish this delicious sandwich this instant. She was careful to keep to small bites though...
(Sorry for not responding in so long...)
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 3:03 pm
After what felt like an eternity hiding in her room, Nes finally creeps out when the house was silent for ten minutes. She had her school bag slung over her shoulder as she quietly walks towards the front door, pausing only to let Spice climb up to her shoulder before slipping out the door. She takes a deep breath before walking towards her night school, petting Spice in an attempt to calm herself.
(Am I correct in assuming it's night time?)
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 8:18 am
Luna couldn't help but smile at Mistee's enthusiasm. When she looked at the small chameleon on Lacy's shoulder, she realized she hadn't actually bother to ask about it.
"Does your friend have a name?"
She glanced up at the bottles behind the bar and tilted her head. She looked at Mistee, a look of confusion on her face.
"I don't think I understood that properly. You were asking about whiskey, right?" She waited for a quick confirming nod before continuing, "They've got a full bar, looks like." She points to one of the shelves. "Whiskey is right there. But... a bottle?" She shook her head, certain that she'd misunderstood.
Following the waitress to the table, Luna settled into her seat and looked around the restaurant. She barely caught t he glance of a young girl before sliding her hands into her lap, hiding them, and focusing on the waitress.
"I'd love a water and umm... Jack and coke?"
She hated ordering first. She always had. She took her cues from other people and wasn't always sure what was expected of her otherwise. She glanced at Lacy before fixing her eyes firmly on the menu in front of her, hoping she wasn't going to get into trouble.
((I am SO SORRY.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 5:19 pm
...After an awkward silence that could have lasted for months, Maurice nodded with a small grimace at the imagery relayed by the story. "Wow... that must have... wow." He noticed Aaron's negative response to the memory and asked, "You need ta step outside or something?" It was at that moment Darcey returned with her signature "World Breaker," a murky purple colored drink in a shot glass, and slid it carefully to the mechanic, though she also noted Aaron's distress. "My husband can escort you out if need be."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 6:01 pm
There was a small wait before Aaron shook his head. The feeling was passing quickly but the young man grabbed the drink, quickly downing it. He accidentally mistook it for his soda, but the alcohol would make the mechanic a little happier. When he was over his limit, Aaron was a happy, loving drunk.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 6:22 pm
The boxer watched Aaron down the drink without a second thought and despite being tipsy warned, or tried to warn, "I wouldn't-" There's a reason it was called the World Breaker; it had a sharp sour taste the second it was tasted, but after the initial sensation was gone it would leave behind a sweet aftertaste.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 6:25 pm
The initial taste caused Arron to sputter & cough. However he paused tasting the sweetness of the drink. His expression had turned to one of befuddlement as he looked at the shot glass & to the boxer.
"...I-I'll have an-another. Wh-What is IN this?" he finally said.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 7:22 pm
"Heh, lotsa people wanna know too, bud," Maurice swirled the last bit of his beer and downed it, "But whenever anyone asks, all she says is-" "Alcohol." Darcey butt in while sliding another shot to Aaron and walking off. "...Well I mean she ain't wrong." Maurice laughed the way only a man with his stomach warm with liquor can. "Hey Darce, get me another round?" He waved his empty mug at the bartender, clearly a getting a little drunk now.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 7:46 pm
After downing the other shot & going back to his glass of whiskey, Aaron felt good. There was a warmness in his body that told him that everything was going to be okay. He laughed at Maurice's exaggerated waving of his empty mug.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 6:01 pm
(*Cackles and revives the thread with a defibrillator* IT LIVES AGAIN!) Darcey watched silently as Maurice waved the mug in the air like he just don't care, and after he wouldn't stop she slid over and responded with a quiet yet firm "No." "What?!" The boxer half yelled and half whined like a little kid, "Come on toots, you're being-" Darcey took his mug from his hands and sharply pounded it on the counter, causing Maurice to go quiet. "Don't. Call me toots." And with that she slid to the back of the bar again, taking the empty mug with her. Maurice looked over at Arron, his drunken brain stewing as he attempted to whisper. "Hey, why don't you order another beer for me? I'll pay you back, man~!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 5:27 pm
The mechanic continued to laugh at his new found drinking buddy being cut off by the bartender.
"I-I guess I can do that." he said before calling out, "T-Two beers please!"
The pain in his back was numbed by being inebriated.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 6:40 pm
Darcey looked over as Aaron called out for two more beers, easily figuring out the plot, if you could even call it that. Still, if it was going to be on the new guy's tab and not Maurice's, she was perry much obligated. Slowly filling up two mugs and sliding them to the mechanic, she mumbled for him to hear, "Your funeral." As she left she motioned her husband over and began to whisper things to him, glancing at the two every once in a while... Maurice was drunk, but happy as a clam, who was also drunk. "You ain't half bad, Aaron!" He lifted one of the mugs up, wanting to bump mugs with his new acquaintance. "Cheers!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 11:49 am
Aaron laughed & bumped his mug of beer with the boxer's.
"Cheers!" he said before drinking. He still had his wits about him, but that would not be for long. When the beer was gone, the mechanic was drunk. He wrapped his arm around his new found friend.
"Thank ya for showin' me this place!" he laughed, his southern accent slurring into his words.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 8:04 pm
It had been a bad day. Hell, it had been a bad week. And if you really got down to the nitty gritty, it had been a pretty bad life. Minty shook her head, already inebriated thanks to the wine at dinner with her family, the alcohol enhancing her foul mood. She wasn't ready to go back to the bookshop quite yet.
The moon glowed and...flashed? Minty blinked and focused, the neon moon sign outside the Full Moon Pub pushed it's way into her drunken reality in an inviting purple and white haze. It seemed as good a place as any to further drown her sorrows, or at least give her digestive track a good alcohol sterilization.
The tattooed blonde pushed her way through the doors and paused in the entrance. It was the interior of bars everywhere. A group of regulars were huddled around the pool table in the back and two guys were sitting at the bar, enjoying their night. A blue haired mountain and a chestnut bean pole. Normally, the bookstore owner would have found the candy-colored boxer intriguing and maybe just a little bit cute. However, the pair's extreme happiness was extremely annoying.
Minty grabbed a stool as far away from the pair as possible, glaring at them every so often as they loudly enjoyed their night.
(Just call me the Florence Nightingale of rps)
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