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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 1, 2008 9:43:11 GMT -5
Fighter glanced up at Krissi and held back a smirk and took another sip of her beer, chosing to continue with their conversation. "Uncle, huh? Funny, that's how I came to live in Brooklyn. He passed a few years back though and that's why I moved to Queens. Good to be back in Brooklyn though, no place like home as the saying goes."
Fighter gave him a toothy grin and pulled out her own case of cigarettes. It was one of the few items she owned worth anything but she'd kill someone if they thought to try and steal it from her. It'd belonged to her father and was extremely precious to her. Popping it open she drew out a cigarette and offered one to Rick.
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Post by krissicowgirl on Feb 1, 2008 9:51:08 GMT -5
Singer looked down into her glass and ran a hand through her hair roughly, she needed to do something, but had no idea what to do so she decided to sit there until she came up with something.
Her blue eyes gazed up and around for a moment before returning to her glass. Her hat lay beside her hand and her thoughts were too jumbled to really care about the disregard toward her comment.
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Post by Smalls on Feb 22, 2008 21:47:47 GMT -5
[New Day]
Smalls wandered toward the bar with a swift step and her cap pulled low. There were few places she'd rather be on a cold night, and she preferred being alone. Sliding onto the corner stool she tapped the slightly damp surface and immediately found a drink in front of her. She brought the small glass to rest between her hands as she leaned her weight forward against the bar, looking down at the brown liquid.
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Post by spotconlon on Feb 25, 2008 17:34:59 GMT -5
"...yah look a bit outta sorts, mate." Spot had been drinking near the fire, and when he saw his goil come in, he figured he should make his way over. He was trying to make an effort, despite not knowing what to do exactly--it wasn't like Smalls was like other girls, and it made him feel less like a leader, and more like a normal guy. It was strange.
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Post by Smalls on Feb 25, 2008 22:23:03 GMT -5
Smalls turned her head toward the voice, her eyes landing on a pair of red suspenders. She didn't life her head enough to see his face from under her cap, but she knew it was him. She grinned despite herself, still not meeting his gaze. "Nah I'm okay," she shrugged, looking at her drink a moment longer before downing it. "Care ta join me?"
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Post by spotconlon on Feb 27, 2008 20:02:37 GMT -5
"Nope." Spot snorted and slid onto a stool next to her, brushing against her briefly before maintaing his distance, ordering both them another beer. "Rumblins goin' on in the burrows." He said casually. "Cops crackin' down."
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Post by Smalls on Feb 27, 2008 21:10:02 GMT -5
She nodded silently, sliding her empty glass back toward the bartender. "So I heah." She glanced up at him after a moment, finally seeing his face. "..Haven't seen ya 'round much, Spot."
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Post by spotconlon on Mar 6, 2008 20:18:50 GMT -5
Spot shrugged. "Is been doin' alot, Smalls." He felt bad, Smalls the one person who could remind him he actually had feelings. "Well...Is just been thinking." He shrugged, muttering. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Smalls on Mar 7, 2008 12:03:58 GMT -5
She shrugged in return, looking back down at her new drink. Spot Conlon apologizing to anyone wasn't something that happened often, but over such a off-handed comment as she made, well, it made her happy. She attempted to suppress a slight grin that tugged at the edge of her mouth. "S'alright, I didn't mean anythin' by it."
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Post by spotconlon on Mar 17, 2008 17:08:55 GMT -5
"Shoire ya didn't." Spot snorted and took a sip of the beer he ordered, rolling his eyes. "Oi yous gonna totally use this stuff against me now. Shoulda never toldja I liked ya."
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Post by Smalls on Mar 19, 2008 10:40:09 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes in return. "I shoulda never told you neithah.." She brought her glass up to her mouth, pausing before she took a drink. "..As if your ego needs any boostin'."
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Post by spotconlon on Mar 28, 2008 11:38:18 GMT -5
Spot snorted. "Oi..do nuthin but lower my ego-Is can get any goil I want, and I want the one who is difficult." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Hows ya been?" He sipped his drink casually. "Hoid yous been causing some trouble.."
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Post by Smalls on Mar 28, 2008 11:56:13 GMT -5
She suppressed commenting on his presumption that he could get any girl he wanted, conceding that it probably was, in fact, true.
"Been alright," she grinned at his other comment and nodded. "God forbid me an' Lucks get bored."
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Post by spotconlon on Apr 13, 2008 12:43:48 GMT -5
"Well, Is dont wantcha bored, just rememah that too much trouble could getcha into trouble that I cant getcha outta." He smirked and put up a hand. "Trouble thatcha cant get outta, neither." He knew he didn't have to help her get out of spots much.
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Post by Smalls on Apr 24, 2008 18:44:54 GMT -5
She grinned into her drink as she took a gulp, finding a situation like that unlikely. Putting it down she shrugged. "Hasn't happened yet 'as it?" She knew she could get herself out of almost anything, but knowing Spot Conlon had her back did, whether consciously or not, give her a slight overabundance of confidence at times.
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