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Post by K-aos on Aug 18, 2010 0:09:34 GMT -5
Morcan was sitting at the bar. half tryong to hide, one of his buddies had convenced him to come to the bar.. he didn't really like bars.. he sat quioetly drinking water and examing the wood grain on the bartop. He glaned up at the excentric bartender as she filled orders for drinks.
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Post by Erinn on Aug 18, 2010 7:35:38 GMT -5
Caitir was flying around on her side of the bar, making drinks, delievering them, talking to people like the slightly psychotic person she was. She was dressed remotely normal that evening, no feathered boas in sight. Once the car calmed down and the witch was able to breath she took note of the half-hiding man infront of her. She glanced from his water to his face. "What can I get for ya?" she asked curiously.
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Post by K-aos on Aug 18, 2010 11:54:21 GMT -5
his eyes met her as he spook, but returned down wards wonce he had answered her "nothing- thank you" he said polightly. his voise was smooth and his eyes were deep..
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Post by Erinn on Aug 18, 2010 14:33:03 GMT -5
Caitir frowned slightly. "You sure about that? You're at a bar darling, you gotta have more than just plain old water, it's an insult to me." she told him, only partially serious.
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Post by K-aos on Aug 18, 2010 14:49:56 GMT -5
He half laughed, and looked up at her once more "ok something non-alchkolaholic, that won't make me look like a fag..."
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Post by Erinn on Aug 18, 2010 15:01:42 GMT -5
Caity laughed in amusement. "So a juicebox probably wouldn't fit that description." she said as she started to fix him a drink.
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Post by K-aos on Aug 18, 2010 15:42:33 GMT -5
He shook his head "no.. i'm afraid not"
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Post by Erinn on Aug 18, 2010 16:39:02 GMT -5
"Here ya go darling." she said, handing him his nonalcholic but still manly drink.
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Post by K-aos on Aug 19, 2010 8:57:35 GMT -5
"thanks" he smiled a little and took the drink. he was doing his best to stay awake.. he was one of those guys that woke up at 4:30am every morning and went to bed at 9pm
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Post by Erinn on Aug 21, 2010 9:30:22 GMT -5
Caitir went about making drinks for a while before the bar calmed down again and she walked over to him, cleaning out a glass. "You don't come around here often do ya?"
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Post by K-aos on Aug 22, 2010 16:33:07 GMT -5
He smiled "nope" he waved at a man dancing drunkly with two giggling wemon hanging on him. "He said i'm his good luck charm... as if he needs it"
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Post by Erinn on Aug 22, 2010 16:42:30 GMT -5
"How's your own luck when it comes to being in places like this? Or do you not know? You really should be out there with the people, not hanging around the bar, talking to me."
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Post by K-aos on Aug 22, 2010 17:04:56 GMT -5
"you talk in compleat sentences... that makes you a hell of a lot more atractive than the drunck brods."
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Post by Erinn on Aug 22, 2010 17:24:50 GMT -5
"Yea, but I'm crazy and they aren't, you're a lot safer going with those gals."
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Post by K-aos on Aug 22, 2010 17:29:09 GMT -5
He chuckled lightly "yeah, probably... but i don't really want any of them... "
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