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Post by Charles Mortensen on Oct 2, 2006 15:14:23 GMT -5
Charles wandered into the nightclub. He wasn't even sure why he was here, since he'd never had much luck with the place in the past. But he was bored and depressed, and already a little drunk. He didn't even look around as he staggered over to the bar and sat down on one of the high barstools.
"Firewhiskey," he grunted at the bartender. "And make it a double... no, a triple."
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Post by Madelyn Sykes on Oct 2, 2006 15:42:44 GMT -5
Maddie looked at the guy. He already seemed drunk to her. A triple shot of Firewhiskey would have him on the floor. But she shrugged. "OK, coming right up," she said. "It's your funeral," she mumbled as she walked away to where the Firewhiskey was kept. Sure enough, the fish turned to her and said loudly, "Don't give it to him."
"What?" Maddie hissed, turning to the fish.
"He's had enough," the fish said.
"Look, it's not my job to play babysitter to my customers. He's got money, my job is to take his money and give him what he wants," Maddie said. She grabbed the bottle and a shot glass and headed over to the guy. But as she went she tripped suddenly. She dropped the bottle and it smashed all over the floor, leaking firewhiskey everywhere. She let out a loud curse. "I'm sorry, sir," Maddie said with a sigh. "I'm afraid I can't give you that. We're now out of Firewhiskey. And you're already drunk."
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Post by Athena "V" Smith-Calloway on Oct 2, 2006 15:49:46 GMT -5
V had been approaching the bar. She often hung out at the club in hopes of getting some useful information. Something about the blonde guy attracted her attention. Not only because he was good-looking, but also because he was drunk... and therefore more likely to spill some information. She sat down next to him. "This seat taken?"
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Post by Morgana Fontana on Oct 5, 2006 22:29:20 GMT -5
Morgana walked into the club and spotted the blonde guy talking to a redhead. She frowned. She was expecting Evan to meet her and she wanted to avoid making him angry again. She would have to stay far away from the blonde guy. But since he was sitting at the bar, she couldn't approach the bartender to get a drink. So she did the only thing she could think of. She walked over to an empty table and sat down to wait for Evan.
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Post by Evan Dorshe on Oct 6, 2006 16:06:26 GMT -5
Evan grabbed has jacket as he left the Army Headquarters and walked quickly to the club. When he arrived at the club, he walked in and saw the same blonde headed guy, but didn't really think of it. He saw Morgana sitting at a table and at least to him, didn't seem the happiest person. Evan took a seat infront of her. "What's on your mind?" he asked her.
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Post by Morgana Fontana on Oct 7, 2006 0:01:16 GMT -5
Morgana smiled. "Nothing, I was just bored," she said. "I'm glad you're here now. Wanna dance?"
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Post by Evan Dorshe on Oct 9, 2006 17:22:05 GMT -5
Evan gave her a smile. "Of course," he standing and taking her hand. "You just looked like an unhappy person just a few moments ago, and I thought you had something on your mind, but I'm glad to see you smile."
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Post by Morgana Fontana on Oct 9, 2006 22:13:08 GMT -5
"Well, I was missing you, that's all," Morgana said as she followed him to the dance floor. "I mean, I guess I was a little annoyed when I saw that blonde guy here, since we had that fight about me kissing him. But he seems to have found a new friend," she said, pointing to the redhead. "And you're here now, and that's all I need."
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Post by Evan Dorshe on Oct 10, 2006 20:52:38 GMT -5
"Ah, I see," said Evan. He gave her a smile and kissed her on her head. "So, have you heard about there are a lot more werewolves around here now?"
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Post by Morgana Fontana on Oct 11, 2006 18:15:06 GMT -5
"Yeah, I've been hearing some rumors," Morgana said. "After the one I met that night at the club, it seems like they're everywhere. There are more of them than there are of us, I think." She looked up at him curiously. "So what are we going to do to get at old Voldything? We still haven't come up with a plan."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Oct 23, 2006 21:52:15 GMT -5
Charles smiled at the redhead. She was quite a looker. "No, it's quite available," he replied. "Have a seat. What's your posion, eh? Drinks are on me."
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