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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:14 pm
"I like ze vine, it tastes like it should as if it had been served at home" Lanzo said honestly, sipping a bit more and thinking of something to say to the conversation. Quietly humming to himself and shutting his eyes, "Vhat do you zink? Don't you french drink vine at every meal?" the doctor asked quietly, he was getting a buzz. It was small and making him tired currently, but once he was hammered he would be off the walls soon enough.
[Gaia was being a major gimp = so I started a new thread.]
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:21 pm
"Non. I like German wine better than Francais," Gautier replied, watching him and swirling his glass a bit, watching the wine turn into a small whirlpool. He scratched again at the bottom of the mask, that was too getting confining. He took another sip of the wine, regarding the medic as he leaned on the table a bit, elbow propped up. He smiled a bit, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Then again, I don't mind French wine, it's just a bit weak for me I suppose. I'm not sure," he said, "I just prefer German."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:39 am
Furrowing his brows a bit and giving a light smile, "I suppose Germans do make alcohol one of our finer things" Lanzo pointed out. Sipping a bit more of the wine, it was another way Germany had been one of the more dominant races. Not that he thought of the Aryan race and all that crap, that was pushed away to die in the closet by everyone in Germany. Embarrassment for a bit of poor taste and ridiculed for eternity for being 'cruel', of course the United States wasn't any better with their own camps going on for the Japanese. Well now Lanzo knew he was drunk, he was debating history with himself. Things that could matter less right now, but still he sat arguing about it in his head.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 1:07 pm
"Zis dump iz a bar?? Mein Gott! I've dined vith finer trash zan zis."
Albrecht knows not the meaning of subtlety. Or manners. This is more polite side, too.
With a heavy sigh, he sat at the closet bar stool. He rather disliked having to mingle among others, but sometimes it's necessary. For example, when you need a drink. At least from there he could make a quick escape if the others around him proved unbearable.
"Bar keep, Colt 45 und Coke, bitte," came Albrecht's stern voice. He hung his head soon after. Through past experience, frowning and averting your eyes generally kept people away. Made them uncomfortable. A shame it doesn't always work.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 1:30 pm
Kar choked when the man came in, causing her shot to hit the fifteen ball...but moving it and pocketing on of Jeff's. "Shab." she spat silently, more annoyed with her outcome than the distraction. She glanced up, seeing that Leery McLeericson had averted his gaze when the demanding, and judging by his accent, German man came in. Looking at the semblance of what RED called a uniform, she guessed he was one of the stragglers who got doc's note.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 2:17 pm
There was this strange burning sensation... it felt like extreme annoyance. Albrecht knew this feeling well. Someone was glaring at him. Ha. What sort of dummkopf would be upset over one tiny critique of this horrid place?
Albrecht looks up, and searches the bar. The girl playing pool? Well now... The engineer glares back at the woman, barely smirking. Being bothered is one thing, but being a pain in one's backside is another.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 3:06 pm
She gave a half-shrug, more slight shoulder slump. "Oi. You." he was looking at her, but she felt it to be added. "Guess you got the memo. Either that or RED's handing out unies to anyone." when she said the last one she gestured to her own modified rig. It had a few more personal patches on the sleeves below the yellow emblem, she toyed with the idea of adding a bullseye on the back for shits and giggles. Usually it was worn unbuttoned and tied at the stomach. She'd forgone her usual style today and wore the "proper" way, feeling unusually self-conscious about her scarring that morning.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:10 pm
Jeff didn't bother looking at the new German. Through previous experience with grumpy people, he'd learned that misery /HATES company. And Jeff HATED misery. So, he figured he'd just ignore Mr. GrumpyPants and save himself some trouble.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:13 pm
Kat looked at the German that walked in. She disliked being antisocial, so she decided to talk to him. She turned to look at the engineer. "Umm...hi." She sputtered, quickly looking away and questioning what she was doing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:21 pm
Gautier glanced up as someone entered the bar, temporarily distracted from the medic who was holding his attention before. Another German... Huh, RED. He wondered why he didn't come to the table before looking back to the medic. He nodded quietly, sipping his wine. He was again debating removing his mask, that BLU was rather distracted at the moment. He again looked to the rather cranky sounding German, taking another sip, then returned his gaze to Doctor Klossner.
[[ gautier: let's have some fun this beat is sick, i wanna take a ride on your disco stick. (FOR DREKI AND REILY.) ]]
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:32 pm
[[Lanzo: C:<]]
The doctor stared off a bit with his debate getting confusing, from international affairs to a game of candy land he played with some kid long ago. Until something caught his nose, a perfume that has been almost a favorite of Lanzo since he was a small child. When the butlers would take their smoke break, the young boy would sit by the door and just enjoy the scent. It wasn't quite known why tobacco attracted him this much, it just did as he leaned in closer to the spy. Obviously the one admitting the scent, obviously his judgment was now controlled by the toxic running through his brain. "You smell nice" Lanzo smirked, as he tried to even figure out the cologne the man had been wearing as well.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:50 pm
Raising an eyebrow, the spy smirked. "Merci, Herr Doktor," he paused a moment, taking the time to notice the medic's scent without moving closer to him. "You as well." He smiled at Klossner, his mask starting to feel more confining. He rubbed his face a little, watching the medic as he took a drag off his cigarette subconsciously. He took another sip of wine, humming quietly and closing his eyes a moment to enjoy the taste before opening them again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:59 pm
The Doctor was close enough to the spy, without being totally in the spies bubble space or intruding on the man. "Nein, not like you... Your scent is much more appealing" Lanzo said, smirking as he sipped some of his wine. However slowly peeling away, he needed to stop and wash his face or something to stop acting like a total dummkoft. Slowly pulling away from the table, heading to the male's bathroom to wash his face and try to get himself out of the gutter.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:14 pm
Watching the Doctor head to the bathroom, Gautier quieted, refilling his glass. He glanced towards the bathroom door, wondering why the Medic had left without saying anything. Oh well. He still had other teammates around, ones he had yet to actually talk to. He took a sip of his wine, glancing to Jeff. "You are our scout, oui?" he asked curiously, watching the younger man.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:21 pm
Jeff turned, since he was the only scout there.. Gautier must be talking to him!
"Yep. Well, I mean, I guess I am a scout, but I don't really..." Jeff stopped himself. He tended to babble when he was buzzed. He didn't want to ignore Kar, but he was winning because she was hitting his balls in anyways..
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