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 Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 5:32 pm
The Everlasting Pub
with its tattered outside, and its cliche one-hinged crooked sign on the outside reading "T Ever Pu" its clear that this place has stood the test of time. One would expect no less on the inside. No less? no, extravagant is a better word to describe the inner workings of this place.
To enter the pub, one would have to go through a set of rich oak revolving doors. The sound of a plasticey leather scraping against the walls of the revolving door was meant as some sort of insulator at one point. To be fair, the only thing it does now is quicken your pace to a barstool to get away from that horrendeus sound.
With the revolving door now over and done with, you approach a vast room, with a centre tending area in the middle. Paintings from every age lather the walls in conjunction with hundred year old bar fight blood splatters. How new age. The windows, bright and gleaming let the sun in from both the east and west. And the floors, a hardwood that could last a lifetime.
In the centre console, a man named kiba sits, with hundreds of bottles surrounding him. Probably the reason why your in. Stools litter the front of the enormous console, with little dining areas pittered about the room. To the right, a billiard and foosball area, fitted with a bigscreen and lazi-boy recliners. To the left, a fireplace, and a door leading to the outdoors.
Whatever your fancy, we have it here. Take a seat, and take a drink.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 5:56 pm
[ooc- ::nods approvingly::]
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 12:47 pm
Richard pushes the swinging doors open with his right hand keeping his left stiff at his side, it was bandaged. While striding just past the doors he stopping waiting for the doors to close behind him. They creaked shut as if they were in much need of some penetrating oil and lube. He chuckled when he thought of the word lube. "Hehehe." He stepped up to the counter where he noticed a familiar face. Grinning he slapped his right hand down on the table. "Kiba, seagrams please."
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 2:29 pm
Sara burst through the double doors, her black boots creating a sound which caused everyone to look at her. She smoked her cigarette and gently glided towards the back booth and sat down. She propped her foot up at the edge of the table.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 2:50 pm
While still leaning over the counter making an order for Kiba he seen Sara walk in. Once she was seated Richard gave her a small wave to let her know he had seen her and to perhaps start some idle chit chat. He'd been away a long time and hadn't had many chances to talk to her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 3:10 pm
She nodded at him solemnly and exhaled the warm smoke from her moist lips. Her eyes spoke of innocence but yet in a naughty form. She leaned back against the padded seats and stared at Richard. Many of the other customers were somewhat 'frightened' of her because of the stories they had her. Some had ignored her, and some had been so attracted that they could barely look away.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 3:19 pm
As he noticed her returning his stare he smiled. It seemed no matter where he went or what he did, there was a good chance of it involving Sara. Not many other people have ever given Richard a chance. Once they seen how he behaved and reacted most don't want anything to do with him. Sara on the other hand Richard had thought to have intreeged her somehow.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 3:21 pm
Sara removed the cigarette from her mouth slightly tapping the end of it with her thumb as the ashes scattered amongst the table top. She wondered if he was just going to just stand there or come over and sit with her. She placed the cigarette back between her lips.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 3:38 pm
Kiba's service was slow as usual. He was busy cleaning and whatnot so Richard decided to simply hop the counter and snag the Seagrems whiskey himself. He inspected the bottle and seemed delighted. He jumped back over the counter and began to make his way to Sara. He waved back to Kiba as to thank him and sat down beside Sara.
He wiggled a bit to get comfy and turned to face her. Leaning back he smiled and locked his hands behind his head.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:10 am
Sara grinned mischieviously. Her cigarette dangling between her lips, but revealed some type of sex appeal.
"Why, hello." She smiled.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:30 am
I walk into the pub and sit at the far end of the bar. the last time he was at a bar he was in a fight and did not want to be bothered.
Kiba can i get some whiskey please and two eggs
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 8:53 pm
"Hello indeed, did you miss me?"
Richard smirked and raised an eyebrow. Laughing slightly he shook his head.
"What have you been keeping busy with while I was gone?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 8:55 pm
"Miss you? Define the word 'miss.'" She laughed putting the cigarette back in her mouth. "I've been keeping my usually slaughtery up, but the true question still stands; did you miss me?" She paused looking at him, exhaling the cigarette smoke into the air.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:04 pm
Richard lowered his eyebrows and started to smile.
"What do you think?"
A bit of playfulness in the way he spoke but he seemed to kept his cool quite well. He wondered what she had really been up to. He had come to realize when they spoke there was never a direct answer in the more important questions, he was hoping she would be more open. He wasn't helping that situation at the moment either.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:21 pm
"I think that you have crossed my mind too many times." She laughed, exhaling the smoke from her lips. She looked at him with curious eyes. It was a mystery why he didnt put a move on her. Everyone in the pub had some type of eye on her, and her attention was only casted on one individual.
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