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Post by fancy on May 14, 2006 16:46:54 GMT -5
Fancy looked up at him, and in the same dreamy quiet voice said "Red? do you have a death wish?" her eyes flashed dangerously and she pulled the cigarette from his mouth. Then she put out hers to. She stood up, moving close to him. "Might as well go find your drug dealer and ex-girlfriend if you wanna ruin your life... Why waste your time with me?..." her eyes were as sharp as daggers as she stood there, looking up at him.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 16:52:47 GMT -5
His own eyes flared and he got to his feet, glaring down at her. "Is dat what you want? Is it? Cause ya know what, i wouldn't have a problem with dat. Wanna know why?!"
He was half-way yelling but it didn't matter, "Because YOU wont even TALK to me. Isn't that what a couple does? TALK things out with each other?! But NO! You just want to hold my past against me and berate me on something i REGRET!"
He stormed to the door and opened it, "See you around den." And slammed it behind him.
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Post by fancy on May 14, 2006 17:00:25 GMT -5
Fancy stood there, completly and utterly distraught. Her head pounded, why was she so stupid? Her heart broke right then and there. She placed a hand on her chest, as if to feel for jagged edges. She ran to the door, wrenched it open and yelled after him "RED I'M SORRY!" tears fell silently. she leaned her back against the wall and closed her eyes, sliding down so that she was sitting with her knees tucked to her chest. She put her head on her knees and cried. "I'm sorry.... Don't leave me..." she wailed to herself....
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Post by spotconlon on May 14, 2006 19:01:51 GMT -5
Spot rushed in with a wild look in his eye, he didnt even notice that Fancy had been crying. "Fancy git back to Bronx, Red-to the Lodging House, theres been an emergency," Before either had time to reply-Spot was gone.
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Post by fancy on May 14, 2006 19:12:31 GMT -5
Fancy looked up. Her mind was reeling. Emergency! "SPOT WAIT!" but he was gone. She stood up and ran as fast as she could towards the bronx.
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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 13:46:11 GMT -5
(sometime later..haa)
Ariannette walked into McGinty's looking around. Well..it isn't as shabby as I thought it would be...
Sitting at one of the barstools she ordered a single malt whiskey, the best they had.
Her golden hair shimmered in the low light, and her lowish-cut dress fit snugly to her body.
At first glance she looked like a courtesan (hi-class hooker), but if one studied her demenor one would see she has much more class than that.
She looked quite out of place in the pub, but she felt comfortable. She had always felt better around the middle and common class than the sometimes upscale patrons at her theatre.
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Post by scaper on May 15, 2006 13:49:50 GMT -5
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(please excuse me for startin a-new, continue with your other discussions , just ignore us)
He sat with a fresh cold one in his hand. It had a been a long day. More and more Opium seiges were occuring. What was wrong with kids these days, he thought to himself. The Burough War was also something that the police force now had to deal with.
He gulped his drink down and ordered another. Tonight, Officer Carter planned on drinking his sorrows away.
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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 13:56:07 GMT -5
Arianette looked over at the blondish man sitting close to her. There were quite a few bottles around him, and he had just ordered another. She spoke softly, her sultry voice floating over to the man. "I'd slow down sailor..you have a lot of open water to cover..." She sipped her wiskey, keeping her face foward.
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Post by scaper on May 15, 2006 14:03:03 GMT -5
He turned his head to look at her.
"Scuse, me mademoiselle?" he said,with a slight hiccup
Wow, she was a beauty, even if he was a bit drunk.
'Whiskey, aren't you a bit too classy for whiskey?"
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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 14:07:00 GMT -5
Ariannette turned towards him, raising an eyebrow. "This whiskey is $3 a glass. Only cheap whiskey is trashy." She smirked. "And if you aren't careful, the cops are going to drag you to the slamma' for being drunk in public...I mean, that is, if you keep drinking." A smooth smile slipped across her full lips.
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Post by scaper on May 15, 2006 14:12:05 GMT -5
"Darlin' I am the police on this side of the bridge."
She was a bit cocky, he noticed, but he didn't mind.
He cocked his brow.
"So $3 whiskey? You must either be a popular courtesan or some rich pig's foreign wife."
Although he knew, just by her demeanor, that she wasn't the type of lady for that, he thought to himself, what would happen if he pushed her buttons?
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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 14:16:30 GMT -5
Darlin' I am the police on this side of the bridge."
Ariannette sat silent, finishing her whiskey in one long drink. "Well, I feel so safe knowing that our city's finest is getting stone drunk." She smirked. "Ye are making yourself a target for crime, instead of preventing it..."
So $3 whiskey? You must either be a popular courtesan or some rich pig's foreign wife."
"I'm not either. Though I am popular with both." She laughed softly. "Ye have no idea who I am, do you? That's fine...and I don't blame you for mistakin' me...I do get mistaken for a courtesan quite a bit."
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Post by scaper on May 15, 2006 14:29:34 GMT -5
"Well, seeing as I don't really know you, how bout you tell me who you are. Besides, I'm not stone drunk yet."
He decided to stop. 6 beers seemed like enough. Besides, this woman next to him seemed to be a bit interested. He straightened his back and outstretched his hand.
"Officer Carter, but you can call me Clarence."
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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 14:34:36 GMT -5
She took the kitskin gloves off her hands and offered it to Clarence. "I'm Ariannette LeFluer. I am the headliner at the Caprice Hall in Queens." She smirked. "I'm better than Medda and I'm going to run her out of her job one day."
The officer seemed like a nice fella, and he was handsome. She'd give him that...and despite having quite a few beers, wasn't acting like a fool. She amdired that.
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Post by scaper on May 15, 2006 14:43:06 GMT -5
"That's where I'd seen you. My niece is a real big fan."
It was Ariannette, he knew she looked familiar. Here he was sitting with the beautiful Miss LeFleur and he was drunk.
"Ehh, sorry bout my earlier attitude Miss, ya know, I really think you are betta than Medda, but ya didn't hear it from me." He whispered the last part in her ear, looking around to see if anyone had heard him.
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