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Den of the damned - Sarawr!? - 11-23-2009
After hearing everything that the Order agent and the Doctor were saying, She could do nothing more than slam her face off the tabletop of the table she sat at, muttering to herself.
"What kind of place is this?...what kind of people am I around? This is ridiculous."
She sighed and banged her head off the tabletop once more, near about knocking herself unconscious this time.
Den of the damned - Shagohad - 11-23-2009
Sweet Anubis. She was actually trying to kill herself. Time to make this fire even bigger.
"I am single."
His face was neutral. It had to be to get the reaction he wanted.
He'd thank this milk-drinking pansy later.
Den of the damned - Sarawr!? - 11-23-2009
Without even looking up to face the Order agent, she pulled her plasma rifle off the table and aimed it squarely at his groin.
"Not interested, Don't try it."
Slowly she brought her head up off the table top so she could look at him.
"If you ever want to enjoy the company of a woman...or man, or whatever the hell you're into again, you should just go and sit back down.."
Den of the damned - Shagohad - 11-23-2009
Temper temper. This one must not be interested.
"Okay."
He said it with an eery calm. As if he didn't care. He didn't.
He turned to the milk-man.
"What's your story?"
Den of the damned - Sarawr!? - 11-23-2009
She sighed softly and placed the rifle back on the table, along with her head.
"These people are so...weird..."
She sighed again and passed out, right there in the booth by the window.
Den of the damned - arvg - 11-23-2009
"Don't try and hit on me, just because you struck out with the pretty lady over there," he jerked a thumb back towards her.
He sighed and turned in his stool, "how about a drinking game? you know something like bless the nunnery... or who wants to get alcohol poisoning first is the looser?"
Den of the damned - Shagohad - 11-23-2009
Now that was amusing. It really was. He smiled at that.
"Can't get alcohol poisoning with milk, now can we?"
Low blow. Very low. Amusing low. Balls low.
So the enemy has accepted the challenge!
Den of the damned - arvg - 11-23-2009
Rikard nodded to the empty bar, where the bartender was still off trying to find milk.
"I think you'll find, I took care of a small problem that would interfere with the acquisition of alcohol," he stood and rounded the bar, picking up a couple of bottles. "Basic chemistry 101... or mixology as I like to think of it. Who would like a drink, compliments of the house... or more aptly the nice young lady I will be vivisecting later?"
Den of the damned - Akura - 11-23-2009
"Hmmm", Georgia observed from the door, peeking her head round.
She didn't like bars, or drinking, or people.
"Tyler isn't here.." she whispered disappointedly, but instead skipped over to the senior Phantom, passed out by the window. "Pssst, wake up, It's Luxuria!" she poked Djinn with no avail.
Georgia wore a pretty light blue, knee-high dress, as well as a small pouch of knives. She stood in combat boots, greatly contrasting her dress. Her long brown hair draped elegantly over her shoulders.
She sat next to her comrade and waved for a glass of fruit juice.
Den of the damned - Shrui Ken - 11-23-2009
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"An...interesting place Harry."
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"Yes Mistress"
The two of them entered, slowly. Her slightly ahead, wearing little. Him, a step behind, like a bodyguard, totally submissive. His long black sword glittered lightly at his side, and her short axe and scimitar rested lightly on the back of her belt.
The Ex BAF man's eyes swept the room, eyeing every body... and thing... that was in the room. He tried to relax, but remained tense.
"Come, lets have a drink."
She giggled softly at him, and he followed her to the bar. She looked up at the barman, who struggled to keep his eyes above her dizzying cleavege.
"I'll have... whisky. A double. Harry here will have..."
She looked at him, and he bowed his head.
"Whatever you wish my lady."
She smiled and ordered his favourite.
"Vodka, with cranberry juice, a twist of lemon and 2 icecubes."
The icecubes were for her.
The barman nodded, and started preparing the drinks. She slapped a 200 credit card on the counter, about 20 times what was needed for the drinks.
"Keep the change..."