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Post by Lylyss on Jan 24, 2016 8:33:48 GMT
The mongrel's eyes widened. "Ehhhmm..." With on finger, he nudged the barrel away from his face. "Why don't we take this outside so's nobody gets hurt?"
((xD Cool beans.)) _________
Dean raised his head. The lady was... wielding a barstool? He smiled at the prospect. "Hooray. We're even."
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 24, 2016 8:36:55 GMT
Dorothy laughed and set the stool back down. "Nope. Sorry."
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 24, 2016 8:39:43 GMT
"No one's gonna get hurt if you just answer my question!" Milton hissed, pushing the gun closer. "What do you know of Oscar T?"
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 24, 2016 8:42:42 GMT
Dean's smile faded. "Oh come on. I have a punchable face." ________________
EDIT
"I don't know anything! Ize lying! Ize not his brother. Ize just a hobo."
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 24, 2016 8:47:12 GMT
"I'm sure you do." Dorothy rolled her eyes and sucked in the poisoned air from her cigarette with a relish, and the contemplatively blew it out. "But I don't like to give people what they want."
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 24, 2016 8:58:00 GMT
Milton rolled his eyes and pulled his gun away slightly. "Then do you know anything about a guy called Benedetto?"
Is this man couldn't give him any information then he was going to be sorry he'd ever wasted Milton's time.
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 24, 2016 9:07:17 GMT
Dean tilted his head, blinking sleepily. "And nothing could convince you otherwise?" ________________
"Benedetto?" The mongrel yelped. "You've--you've got to be kidding me. I can't squeal on him!"
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 24, 2016 9:08:30 GMT
"Probably not." Dorothy laughed.
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 24, 2016 9:12:14 GMT
Dean laughed as well. And poked her face--just a tap on the forehead, more annoying than painful. "What about that?"
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 24, 2016 9:18:44 GMT
Dorothy's fist connected with his face a second after, and she nodded. "That definitely would do it."
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 24, 2016 9:25:31 GMT
Milton shoved the gun back in the man's face. "Why not?" his finger tightened on the trigger. "Tell me about him."
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 24, 2016 9:29:18 GMT
Oof! Dean tumbled from the stool. His face glowed with pain, and apparently one punch wasn't enough to knock him unconscious--but they were even. "Thanks." ___________
"Cos I'm his brother!" The mongrel piped. Then, realizing that the same lie wouldn't work twice, he hurriedly backtracked. "I mean... he's everywhere. He'd kill me for talking t'you.
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 24, 2016 9:32:22 GMT
Dorothy rolled her eyes, glancing down at him through the smoke she breathed out. "Loony."
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 24, 2016 9:42:45 GMT
((I'd better head out after this. Wanna pound out a post on Cosmere, then off to bed. :( ))
Dean tried to sit up. But the world was spinning underfoot like record player, and he flopped back to the ground. "Bartender. Gin, please."
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 24, 2016 9:49:57 GMT
"And I'm gonna kill you anyway unless you tell me!" A loud crash from the other side of the bar made Milton suddenly turn, pulling the gun away from the hobo's forehead. A man lay sprawling on the ground, looking up at a woman who had evidently just punched him. ((Alright this is my last post for the night. It's been good. )
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 24, 2016 14:32:21 GMT
Aine nodded, downing her drink. "It's a risk I'm gonna have to take. 'Ere, I promise ya, when I get paid, you'll get half. 50%, a good chunk. Sound good?"
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 24, 2016 18:23:22 GMT
Jane shrugged. "Do what you have to do, I aly's say."
An unshaven man slouched in a corner booth, swishing the dregs of his highball and watching the proceedings intently. Some of the names getting thrown around suddenly piqued his interest.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 24, 2016 18:47:53 GMT
"And I'll do just that. Next time I see 'im, I'm gonna tell him I want a job." Aine looked over at Harlow and idly spun her glass around, debating on asking for another drink, and if she had enough to cover both hers and Jack's.
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 24, 2016 21:04:45 GMT
Dorothy looked down at Dean for a few more moments, before she picked up the man's glass of water and tipped the remnants over him.
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 24, 2016 21:11:15 GMT
Jane turned her attention to the commotion between the drunk man and the woman, which was seeming to get quite out of hand. "I say, what's the trouble here? Ladies aren't usually the ones starting barfights!"
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 24, 2016 21:32:04 GMT
Aine snickered, looking over at the two Jane was talking to. A bar fight? Perfect entertainment.
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Jan 25, 2016 0:13:39 GMT
Michael moved to cuff Malachi and Daze.
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 25, 2016 0:16:40 GMT
Dorothy glanced at Jane in amusement, "I think your experiences are rather limited if you think this is a bar fight. I am simply attempting to prevent him from expelling his insides on me again." She gestured to her sodden dress that was still lying on the bar.
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 25, 2016 0:33:23 GMT
Jane looked Dorothy up and down, rather critically. "You're a Brit, aren't you. You're probably waiting for some old bloke to break a bottle over you're head."
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 25, 2016 0:39:44 GMT
"Indeed I am." Dorothy tapped her wedding ring absently against the bar, "But I'm actually waiting for my dress to dry, enjoying a drink and smoke."
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 25, 2016 1:08:34 GMT
"Beer doesn't dry, sweetie." Jane replied, drumming her fingers waiting for her own drink. "It just gets sticky."
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 25, 2016 1:12:24 GMT
"Darling, it wasn't beer, I am well acquainted with that beverage, it was vomit." Dorothy laughed and rolled her eyes. "Now just water on the dress, and that dries up just fine."
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 25, 2016 1:15:29 GMT
Jane gave a look that implored "how in the heck do you expect vomit to dry better than beer?" but she couldn't be bothered to waste air on such a question. "There's a wee bit of beer on your sleeve though." She affected a horrid mockery of a cockney accent.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 25, 2016 1:18:05 GMT
Aine, meanwhile, was trying her best not to laugh too loud. Now that she knew the lady was English, she would have torn into her with 'righteous' Irish fury, but she let Jane take the lead for now. And it was hilarious.
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 25, 2016 1:35:46 GMT
Dorothy snorted and lit up another cigarette, not bothering to grace Jane's idiocy with a reply.
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