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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 12:28 pm
"All you want, mate."
Tops off a nice double-shot of the brand the guy tends to reach for.
"You were hot s**t tonight. We did a lot more business than we usually do."
(note's not sure, but the barman seems a little tipsy himself)
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 3:47 pm
"Ahhhh, you are forever my patron saint." Note raised the glass and downed it in an instant. "It has been a good noght isn't it?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 3:57 pm
"It's been a helluva night, mate. You coming back tomorrow, right?"
He looks from left to right, and leans in a bit closer. "Just between you and me, you caught the eye of a pretty little suzie. Her name's Rose, and she might be good to throw a few back with, but she's a little hard to handle."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:03 pm
"Hmmm, thanks for the tip-off. I think I will come in tomorrow."
Note turns his shot glass around in his fingers. "Can I get a another one?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:09 pm
He grins broadly and leaves the bottle.
"Cheers."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:17 pm
"To hangovers!" Note raises the bottle and takes a long swig.
About thiry seconds after, his eyes seem a little dreary. His usual sharp expression fades away to reveal a calm and relaxed carefree face.
"Oh, yes. This is the good life."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:22 pm
"I'll drink to that!"
And he does... more than he should. He's already three sheets to the wind.
"Be proud of yourself, Note. You've got a gift. I've never heard anyone sing like that before."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:27 pm
~She has been watching for a moment from her table. She watches Note's face go lax... She picks up and wanders over to the both of them, she slips her fingers in Daniel's tip jar when he's not looking.... in a way, she's waiting to see if the singer will rat on her.~
I didn't think it was anything to scream about. Your voice is unique... I might give it a 6 out of 10. ~Riiiiight~
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:30 pm
.......And neither did Fauntine, who was enticed from her stroll about town to enter this tavern. She was suspicious of course, she could sense power in the air, but the melody that was sung was too tempting to ignore. She casually enters, her silver hair swaying gently behind her, grey eyes surveying the crowd present.
Interesting.
She takes a seat at the bar, and waits patiently to be served.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:34 pm
He makes his way to the new arrival, smelling the outside air as it wafts in behind her. He doesn't see the hand in his tip jar at all. He polishes a new glass, and prepares to fill it. "What'll it be, sugar?" He's just intoxicated enough to address her as "sugar," but he doesn't mean to be rude.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:42 pm
She gives him a half smile, taking no offense to the nickname. When she speaks, her voice is clear and articulate, with hint of an Romanion accent.
" I am not sure what is good here, may I ask what you would suggest?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:48 pm
"Why that would be the house special. It's called an Irish Car Bomb...."
He sets out a number of ingredients, and none of them look appetizing... and you wonder why in the hell he has gotten out an eyedropper.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:53 pm
~Rose has noted the lady's request, and she goes behind the bar and fetches a bottle of Eastern European wine. She gives her a wink and sets it down.~
Don't give her that swill, Daniel. You want to keep your customers, not murder them.
~She sits down and lights a little black cigarette. Some kind of herbal smoke. Propping her arms up on the bar, the stretch of it exposes traces of the tattoos on her shoulderblades.~
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:59 pm
She cocks a pale eyebrow and eyes the dropper with hesitation. "Er, sir, perhaps that might not be for me, I have a taste for sweet things--is the one you mentioned sweet to the taste?"
She leans over as she speaks, unwittingly revealing a nice view of her cleavage. Actually her entire outfit seems molded to her body, yet also pliant as it moves with her form without strain. She looks to the others that the bartender was speaking too, sensing that the trace of power belonged to one of them. Just which one?
"May I ask who those people are? I am new to this town, and barely know a soul." She smiles sweetly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 5:02 pm
She blinks in surprise as the female gives the bartender a bottle of wine. Self preservation wins out, and she motions to the bottle frantically. " I will take that if you will, thank you kindly!"
She eyes the female with interest, noting the tattoo's spread across her shoulders.
"May I ask your name?"
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