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Post by sparks on May 11, 2006 23:58:39 GMT -5
Sparks nodded at Flanna, knowing that creating a scene over the bottle would not go well.
"See that's wheah Ise a lousy Russian," he said, giving her a small grin. "From woikin in the pubs, Ise developed a taste fo' beah and whiskey. Looks like wese got moah in common than you thought."
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Post by flanna on May 12, 2006 0:05:08 GMT -5
Flanna laughed. "Then I might share with you one o' the single malt whiskeys me family brought over from Ireland. Some of the best there is. I've managed to keep it safe all these years." She smirked. "And I do love a good beer."
Looks like wese got moah in common than you thought
She nodded. "Indeed we do. Make a good pair you and I. How about who eva sells more papes tomorrow gets a drink from the losa?"
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Post by sparks on May 13, 2006 12:50:40 GMT -5
As the show ended Sparks stood up and grinned down at Flann.
"Youse on. Just don't feel bad when Ise beat ya," he said with a wink, "FO' now dough, Ise say wes grab a bite at Tibbys befoah headin' back ta da lodgin' house."
Grabbing his hat, Sparks pulled it on over his hair.
"I'd help you outta yoah chaih but dat might looks a lil weird to everyone else."
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Post by flanna on May 13, 2006 14:27:35 GMT -5
Flanna laughed. "What...nay. You may look a bit soft." She winked and stood up with a fake flourish, readjusting her pants a bit. "And food sounds great. I haven't eaten since I had that toast this mornin'."
She moved in front of him and started walking out, and turned and looked over at him. "By the way, I like single malt wiskey from around 1850. Remember that tomorrow."
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