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Post by Andrew Whaley on Jul 12, 2009 17:48:56 GMT -5
Andrew kept to himself as he entered the bar, trying to avoid anything that could start trouble. He sat himself down at the bar away from everyone else before ordering a shot of whiskey. "Here's to being a freak..."
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Post by Nora on Jul 16, 2009 12:33:32 GMT -5
Nora pads into the bar, casting the patrons a look that says she'll take them out at the knees if they mess with her. She pads over to Andrew and tuggs on his pant's leg. "Andrew?" She asks, "You...why did you leave?" She holds her arms out for him to take her, standing on tip-toe. A couple of patrons murmur something about Andrew not dragging his little girl around to places 'like this.'
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Post by Andrew Whaley on Jul 16, 2009 12:44:24 GMT -5
He picked her up with a soft smile and chuckled. "I just had to get out of that stuffy building...Are you alright, Nora?" After hearing the murmur his eyes turned cold and his gaze shifted to the men, he began to slightly raise his arm, aiming slightly, within seconds, someone was gonna die.
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Post by Nora on Jul 16, 2009 13:12:44 GMT -5
Nora lowers her lover's gun, taking it from him and poking it back in his holster. "I'm fine...you're comfortable in this place?" She pats his cheek lovingly, then kisses it. She slides to the edge of his knee and waves to the bartender. With a wink, she asks him for a shirley Temple.
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Post by Andrew Whaley on Jul 16, 2009 13:19:54 GMT -5
He glared at the gentlemen and pointed at them. A non verbal warning that they would be seeing him later. He leaned forward, propping up on one elbow to look at his lover. "Ofcourse I am...I've been coming to these things for years...It was a way to stay away from Dad..." His gaze seemed to slip off into the distance.
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Post by Nora on Jul 16, 2009 13:30:07 GMT -5
Nora frowns, but it looks like an exaerated pout, she leans closer to Andrew and kisses the corner of his mouth, she blinks, her eyes a little stary, and pulls her love's whiskey to her face, sniffs delicately, then, pokes her little finger in and licks it carefully. "Vile." She declares, as the bartender sets her drink before her, blood, of course, complete with a green straw and garnished with some pretty, curly somethings on the side of the glass. She leans over, pulling the drink close to herself and, holding it with both hands, sips the warm liquid happily.
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Post by Andrew Whaley on Jul 17, 2009 20:26:23 GMT -5
He remained in a daze for a few seconds before realizing her little peck to his lips. He watched her drink her blood and began to chuckle. "That's vile right there..." He snickered a bit as he drank the shot glass with one gulp before slamming down the glass. "another..."
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