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Post by spotconlon on May 25, 2006 16:13:10 GMT -5
"Wow, I hate that guy. " Spot huffed. "If he comes back, I will personally kill him. Pick up your stupid ass card!" Spot yelled after him as he went through the door.
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Post by flick on May 25, 2006 21:16:05 GMT -5
"Ya ratheh kill a guy cause he's in anuddeh borough den a guy dat threatens goils? Spot, I think ya got youse priorities messed up," Flick looked at Spot and shook his head. He turned to leave...
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Post by spotconlon on May 25, 2006 21:32:06 GMT -5
"Please don't come back Flick." Spot said quietly and calmly.
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Post by flick on May 25, 2006 21:36:33 GMT -5
Flick turned around and looked at Spot. "I won't. But ya know dis is tearin' us all apart, whetheh ya meant ta do dat or not its happenin'," Flick walked out the door.
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Post by fancy on May 26, 2006 17:57:15 GMT -5
Fancy stared at Spot for a moment. "Nice job Spot..." she snapped and followed Flick out of the bar.
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Post by spotconlon on May 26, 2006 20:55:22 GMT -5
"Dont you come back neidda'h!" Spot yelled after Fancy, completely forgetting their rekindled friendship.
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Post by fancy on May 26, 2006 21:27:04 GMT -5
Fancy stopped and turned around. "In case you forgot Spot Conlon, i will be living in Brooklyn in a matter of months, so i will come and go as i please..." and with that she was gone.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Jun 1, 2006 22:35:20 GMT -5
((new evenin))
Red didn't know what he was doing, where he was, or even who he was anymore. He finished up his second bottle of whiskey, and let his head fall to the table top. He couldn't believe it...Fancy, cheating on him? It didn't seem real, or...real enough.
He had thought they had been happy...Hadn't they been happy? He rubbed at his face, trying to keep his composure. Seeing her like that on Avalanche of all people... it hit home. It really, really did.
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Post by slinks on Jun 1, 2006 22:54:36 GMT -5
Pushing aside a few chairs - empty or otherwise - Slinks stalked up to the bar.
And promptly pushed the bottle of whiskey the bar tender had just slid to Red out of his reach, glaring at the older - and even whilst sitting, taller boy - in a Furious Mother/Friend way. "Red Russiani, wha' th' hell do ye think yer doin'." She said, keeping herself between Red and the bottle.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Jun 1, 2006 22:55:59 GMT -5
"Drowning myself." He muttered, trying to reach around her. "C'mon, Im not in the mood."
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Post by slinks on Jun 1, 2006 23:19:59 GMT -5
Her eyebrows rose and she moved the bottle back a few more inches. "Drownin' ain't gotten nobody I've known anywhere. Wha's gotten ye in th's mood?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on Jun 1, 2006 23:24:38 GMT -5
"I caught Fancy...Cheatin on me." He whispered, "Give me the bottle, Slinks."
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Post by slinks on Jun 2, 2006 13:43:00 GMT -5
She blinked in surprise, the glare sliding from her face. "She...what? Fance? Th.." Looking from her friend to the bottle, she nearly slid it back to him. "Christ, Red...ye, ye can't.."
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Post by Collin Russiani on Jun 2, 2006 13:52:56 GMT -5
"With Avalanche." He whispered, head down. "Can i please have it back now? I need...to forget."
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Post by scrap on Jun 2, 2006 15:09:32 GMT -5
Scrap came in and took a seat beside Red, glancing at the empty bottles of whiskey and the one a girl held firmly away from him. "Bad day?"
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