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Post by ArchAngelChris on Nov 19, 2006 11:16:53 GMT -5
"It was nothing," Riley assured, nodding her head lightly to his greeting. Soon, she picked up her glass, and finished her drink, setting the empty glass aside, and out of her way. "Do you believe in coincidences?" She suddenly asked him, no doubt regarding the fact that timing had allowed Con ot retrieve his picture once more, "Or fate?" She concluded.
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Post by Harli on Nov 19, 2006 11:30:13 GMT -5
"I believe in fate... and a little thing called destiny...." he said, downing some of his new beer. "We were destined to meet here... Hehe." He grinned.
(Lame...Y_Y)
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Post by ArchAngelChris on Nov 19, 2006 16:28:00 GMT -5
Riley gave her head a nod, a smile appearing over her lips, she soon bit the lower lip, tapping her fingers absently on the bar top. "That's what I was thinking." She agreed, tail waving around in an absent matter, gliding along the legs of the bar stool in long, smooth strokes. Eyes dancing, she observed him once more, eyes going from his the tips of his ears, and working their way down frm there. Well, they seemed to have something in common. Thoughtfully, her left ear perked, while her right flattened forwards.
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Post by Harli on Nov 19, 2006 16:35:35 GMT -5
"Hehe... Great minds think alike." he said with a wink. He drank some more, holding in a rather big burp... Hehe.... Someone's trying to make a good impression...
(Lame....>.>)
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Post by ArchAngelChris on Nov 19, 2006 16:39:36 GMT -5
Riley gave a soft chuckle, "While greater minds don't think at all." She absently commented, half considering ordering another drink, though she did not want to get drunk, just buzzed. Buzzed was good, it wasn't over the edge, and part of her still held her usual state of mind, which was always a plus, in her mind.
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Post by Harli on Nov 19, 2006 16:45:00 GMT -5
Constantine yawned softly, finishing off his fourth beer. Mm. Took alot for him to get drunk... Hehe. He yawned again, looking around. Hmm... Tired, much?
(Lame...Y_Y)
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Post by ArchAngelChris on Nov 19, 2006 16:56:31 GMT -5
Riley rose a brow at Constantine's yawn, suddenly wondering what time it was. Or maybe she was just boring? Thoughtfully, her ears perked once more, and her fingers lifted to brush her hair from her face. "Do you always lay across bar tops?" She asked him, rather out of the blue. But still, it was a valid question, "You're starting to remind me of a Chip and Dale dancer, aside the fact that you're wearing more then a bow tie and short shorts." She commented, smirking lightly.
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Post by Harli on Nov 19, 2006 17:07:17 GMT -5
"Heh... I do in here... since it's my bar... well... me and Tre's... but the point stands." he said. "Besides, it's an easy way to make money...." He patted his back pocket jokingly. "Hehe... Easy tips..." His ears perked as he heard Tre chuckle softly... Hehe.... that was only the second time he had heard the other male laugh.... Nice.
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Post by ArchAngelChris on Nov 19, 2006 17:18:11 GMT -5
Riley nodded her head, smiling all the while. One hand, which was under the table, took a ten dollar bill from her shoe, where she kept all of her money, folded it across the long way, as if she were about to tuck it away on a stripper. The hand then appreared above the table, and she tucked it effortlessly into Constantine's collar. Simply for badness, of course, as she felt somewhat playful. Maybe it was the drink? Yeah, that had to be it. What else could it be?
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Post by Harli on Nov 19, 2006 17:27:42 GMT -5
"Mm.... You just bought me for two hours..." he said, leaving the money where it lay in his collar. "What might I do for you?" Constantine rolled onto his side, getting into a stripper pose... He put on the 'cute' face, plopping a cigarett into his mouth. Mmm.
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Post by ArchAngelChris on Nov 19, 2006 17:36:13 GMT -5
Riley bit back the urge to laugh or giggle at Constantine, instead, she tapped her chin thoughtfully, "Let me see." She began to muse out loud, watching Con, her eyes danced as if she were going to say something a tad on the nasty side, which one more was just her being playful, as she got to her feet, "I want you... To come with me to the fair." She told him, tucking her hair back, away from her face once more. She continued to smile, observing Con as he lay before her. "If you're not too busy, that is." She added, not knowing if he had to work at his bar.
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Post by Harli on Nov 19, 2006 17:45:53 GMT -5
"Ah. The fair." he said through the cigarett. "Sure... Since no one wants food this late... Heh... Tre, can you hold up the fort?" "A'ight, cap'n." he replied, saluting. Con lit the cigarett, moving to a crouching position upon the bar. He leapt to the ground, inhaling the smoke... Mm. "Les go, Rie! TO THE FAIR!! AWAYYYY!!" He leapt out the front door... Heh.
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Post by ArchAngelChris on Nov 19, 2006 17:50:38 GMT -5
Riley, laughing softly, slid from her bar stool, heading out the door after Constantine, tail flicking around behind her as she went, movements responding to those of her body. He was rather curious being, and she obviouslt held some interest in him, seeing as she had 'rented' him for two hours, and because of her damn 'morals' had asked to spend the time at a fair. Curses! "So, Mister Constantine," She began as she exited the bar, glancing around for him, "What is your favorite part of the fair?"
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Post by Harli on Nov 19, 2006 17:56:31 GMT -5
"Hmm." he mused, walking down the side walk.... on his hands.... Freaky partly drunk guy. "I like the fun houses... and the test your strength rigged thingehs..." He liked being weird.... As a matter of fact, he was going to get a job at either the fair... or the circus.... Awesome.
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Post by ArchAngelChris on Nov 19, 2006 18:00:29 GMT -5
Riley rose a brow at Constatine," Show of, she pointed out, though soon started walking backwards, back arching as she went to her hands as well, though she more or less flipped down the street. Two could play at that game. Stopping quite a ways away, she crossed her arms over her stomach, smirking as if to say, 'Beat that."
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