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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 23:16:05 GMT -5
Flanna smiled brightly, perhaps a bit evily. "Exactly...oh see...I justneed to flick my wrist more..."
The man who had the knives thrown at growled and pulled both up with some effort and stormed over, slamming both into the table Flanna and Razor sat at. "You two just started something..."
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 23:18:42 GMT -5
Razor finished up his whiskey and set the glass down. "Oh?" He blinked up at the other, a smirk on his face. "Did I? Well....gee....i guess someone should do something to end it, huh?"
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 23:23:57 GMT -5
Flanna smirked and stood up, pulling her switchblade out of the wood. "I suggest you go sit down.." She spun the blade in her hands.
The man looked at her. "I would sit down if I were you, b*tch."
Flanna growled. "You did not just call me that..."
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 23:29:40 GMT -5
There was a crack and Razor was on his feet, the man stumbling backwards and clutching at his nose. The Brooklyn Body Guard was an ebony mass as he pulled his blade up with a swift jerk, holding it at his side. His eyes were narrowed and ice cold, his mouth a thin line.
Razor grabbed the man's shirt collar, jerking him close to his face, mere centimeters apart as the knife slid up against his groin. "Give me one good reason why i shouldn't make you a eunuch here and now, and i might consider it." His voice was low pitched, deadly. He meant every word he said.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 23:33:22 GMT -5
In any normal condition, Flanna would have rather handled this herself, but she wasnt in any state to do this...and, she hated to admit it, she got some joy out of seeing Larkin destroy the man's nose and threaten him.
She knew she had gone to the circle for a reason...
The man nearly whimpered, putting up his hands. "I'm-I'm sorry..just let me go...I didn't mean to disrespect the lady..."
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 23:37:38 GMT -5
Razor dropped the other's collar, pushing him hard with one hand. "Get out of my face. Any man who would disrespect a lady isn't any man i even want to set eyes on." He flicked the knife closed and slid it away as he sat down with a huff. He didn't even wait to see if the man had done as he ordered before grabbing another whiskey. "Stupid idiot." He muttered.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 23:41:17 GMT -5
The man slinked away to nurse his wounds, slipping out into the night. And the bar, amused by the derversion, went back to their business.
Flanna didn't say a word, just sipped on a whiskey, staring at Larkin. She was taken aback by what happened, proud of him to say the least. He stood up for her.
"Thank you..." She whispered softly. Slowly her eyes began to sparkle and she laughed. "You astound me Razor...in a good way."
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 23:43:07 GMT -5
He took a sip of his drink and looked over at her, smirking a little. "Yah? That's good ta know, i guess." He gave her a wink, "And you are very welcome. I cant stand guys like them, i dont even know how they can call themselves men."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 23:47:41 GMT -5
Flanna shrugged. "The majority of the male population is like that. I should know." She grumbled and put her knife back up, sipping on her whiskey. The alcohol went down the wrong way, making her cough. Her injured muscles catching, she broke down into a bad fit of coughing, the riding and strain getting back to her. She knocked over her whiskey onto her as she strugged to gain control of her body again.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 23:50:09 GMT -5
Razor reached out, gripping her upper arm tightly. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned. He grabbed the glass, but was too late and could only knock the empty glass away as he rubbed her back gently. "small breaths." he murmurred. "Small breaths."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 23:52:50 GMT -5
Flanna managed to calm down, breathing in short shallow, but calm, breaths. "Sorry...I made a mess." She bit her lip embaressedly. "I guess I over exerted myself to day." She looked up to him and explained. "I got stuck in a fight at queens distribution center. Bruised my ribs." She put a hand on the hand that was on her arm. "Thank you.."
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 23:54:50 GMT -5
He shook his head, "Don't thank me, it was no problem. Come on." He gently helped her up, "Let's go get you cleaned up, and if you want we can continue this at my apartment. I have some whiskey there." He was worried, he knew what bruised ribs felt like. It was no picnic that was for sure, especially if you over exerted yourself to a certain extent.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 23:58:54 GMT -5
Flanna sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry. Really I am. I'm much stronger than this injury would make me seem." She smiled brightly. "I could take a gamble at taking you, I could." She was kidding...she would never in her wildest dreams to try to even attempt that feat. "Your apartment sounds good..I'm all sticky in my clumbsyness."
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Post by razor on Jun 14, 2006 0:00:36 GMT -5
He laughed, poking her lightly in the side of the head. "Dont say you're sorry either." He took her hand and gently led her through the pub. "And you are not clumbsy, trust me on that. I watched you ride Demon, and that was nothing but grace."
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Post by flanna on Jun 14, 2006 0:02:58 GMT -5
Flanna blushed slightly, her freckles standing out more. He certainly made her feel more capable of herself. "Thank you...but haven't you ever thought it was the horse?" She laughed lightly. "Or maybe I just need to stick on a horse more often.." She winked and exited with him, allowing herself to be led by the hand.
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