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Post by Administrator on Dec 29, 2007 12:02:58 GMT -5
You may not be old enough to drink, but you can always drown your sorrows away with a good ol' sarsaparilla. Old Joe doesn't often give out whiskey to the youngsters.
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Post by katelyn on Dec 29, 2007 19:11:37 GMT -5
KittyKat walked into the Pub and sat down on one of the stools. "Tonight won't be easy ta sing" she said to herself rubbing her side softly. "Stupid Delaney's" she muttered to herself again. She ordered a whiskey and started to drink it. After she finished it her boss came an got her and said it was time to work so she did what she did best and started to sing her little heart out.
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Post by cole on Dec 31, 2007 16:48:12 GMT -5
cole came in, his eyes going to the stage his brows raising a bit. Well she wasnt bad... he made his way over to the bar stools taking a seat and ordering a drink, as he turned in his seat to watch he a few moments. He glanced around the bar to see the other patrons either listening or going on with their own thing, licking his lips he took another drink then turned towards the bar again.
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Post by katelyn on Jan 1, 2008 14:04:04 GMT -5
KittyKat ended her song and got to take a brake. She headed back to where she was sitting and ordered another whiskey and started drinking it. "So did you'se like the show?" she asked the guy next to her, she'd rather get a listeners comment than her bosses.
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Post by cole on Jan 4, 2008 2:49:19 GMT -5
Cole shrugged, "It was alright..'He said, "Wasnt really listening to tell you the truth"He took another drink. "You do this for aliving?"
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Post by katelyn on Jan 4, 2008 16:17:09 GMT -5
"Kinda I'se also a Newsie foh Brooklyn." said KittyKat taking a drink. "What about you?" asked KittyKat
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jan 28, 2008 12:49:45 GMT -5
((New Day))
Fighter strolled over to the bar and took a seat. This wasn't a place she planned on frequenting a lot but lately things had felt out of control and relaxing had become a necessity. As she glanced around the bar she noticed that there weren't many occupants yet. And here she'd been hoping to at least find someone cute to flirt with.
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Post by rick on Jan 28, 2008 13:53:48 GMT -5
Rick ordered a dirk and covered his face with his hand and sighed, he could already tell that it was going to be a very, very long day. The bar tender slid him his drink down the bar he threw his had up to stop it. He took a drink, it was his favorite place to get a drink, it wasn't till then that he realized he was broke. He moned and pulled out a cigarette, Rick noticed the girl, "You smoke?" he asked pulling out another cigarette and handing it over to her.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jan 28, 2008 13:58:40 GMT -5
Turning her head to glance at Rick, Fighters eyebrow lifted a bit as she replied. "It's Brooklyn, I don't think I know anyone who doesn't smoke."
Smirking, Fighter took the cigarette he held out and slid a pack of matches out of her back pocket. She had yet to even order a drink and the bartender was looking at her suspiciously but she just gave the girl a shrug and pointed to the beer. Waiting for her drink, Fighter gave Rick a once over.
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Post by rick on Jan 28, 2008 15:15:49 GMT -5
Rick smirked, "Yeah" he blew a smoke ring and sighed. He picked at a hole in his pants, "You form around here, Brooklyn I mean, I haven't seen you around you know." he looked around, he wasn't at all used to seeing the barroom the empty.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jan 29, 2008 8:52:14 GMT -5
Taking a drag of her cigarette, Fighter followed his gaze around the room before focusing in on him. "Yeah, I'm from around here. I was staying in Queens for awhile though."
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Post by rick on Jan 29, 2008 15:45:42 GMT -5
"Oh, ok then," Rick yawned and placed his forhead to the sticky table.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jan 30, 2008 8:24:43 GMT -5
Fighter sipped her drink and continued staring at Rick. "You from Brooklyn? If you don't mind me saying, you don't strike me as a born and bred Brooklynite." Smirking, she slid her drink around a bit and took another drag of her cigarette before putting it out.
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Post by rick on Jan 30, 2008 18:16:05 GMT -5
Rick sat up rubbing the sticky substance from his forehead. "Uhhh not really, I used to live in Harlem, but when my parents died, I moved here with my uncle." He told her taking a sip from his frosted mug, then stirring it with his dirty finger.
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Post by krissicowgirl on Jan 31, 2008 22:22:27 GMT -5
"You a drifter?" Singer absetly entered the coversation directing the question at Rick as she put her glass down. Her hair fallig in a light curtain around her face.
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