Selena Atherton
Lady of Leisure
It isn't me who you should fear. Fear what I can become
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Post by Selena Atherton on Jul 1, 2007 23:24:52 GMT
*smiles back, feeling there was something she wasn't saying, but she ignored it*
Edgar, he's really sweet... *smirks* And a great Artist
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Post by anastasia on Jul 1, 2007 23:28:15 GMT
*smiles*
An artist, huh. So he's a hunter and an artist...what a rare find.
*looks down at her ring*
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Selena Atherton
Lady of Leisure
It isn't me who you should fear. Fear what I can become
Posts: 1,626
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Post by Selena Atherton on Jul 1, 2007 23:29:34 GMT
*smirks* Yes, very rare...
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Post by anastasia on Jul 1, 2007 23:33:51 GMT
*trying to smile, she looks at her friend*
I'm happy for you, you deserve the best Selena.
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Selena Atherton
Lady of Leisure
It isn't me who you should fear. Fear what I can become
Posts: 1,626
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Post by Selena Atherton on Jul 1, 2007 23:35:18 GMT
*smiles and orders a drink* Well thank you.
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Post by george on Jul 1, 2007 23:38:51 GMT
Yawning, George was wiped. So tired from staying up all night with the new 'product'. Fred had fed the thing some chocolate, and it went buzerk and got loose from its cage. George had to be the one to chase it around all night, trying to recage it, and then clean up the mess caused by its rampage.
He was dragging his feet, not noticing anybody else in the place really, and came to the bar. Slapping a hand down, he tried to get the bar tenders attention, "A firewhiskey please" As the guy turned George reached across and grabbed his sleeve, "With extra fire if you don't mind." Needing something to keep him up today.
The bar tender peeled George's fingers from his sleeve, telling him he'd do it. And George nodded, then sat down, and laid his head on his arms, so exhausted.
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Post by anastasia on Jul 1, 2007 23:39:12 GMT
*smiles*
You are quite welcome.
*finishes her drink and orders another*
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Selena Atherton
Lady of Leisure
It isn't me who you should fear. Fear what I can become
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Post by Selena Atherton on Jul 1, 2007 23:42:20 GMT
*smiles and looks around*
Pansy, guess who's here
*smirks*
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Post by george on Jul 1, 2007 23:45:17 GMT
"Hey, George!" The Bar tender nudged him, and George shot his head up.
"Huh?" Ready to fall asleep, knowing today he couldn't. Having such a busy schedule.
"Your whiskey, Extra fire...like you ordered" The guy slid the mug over to George, and it was being guzzled before the bar tender could ask about why he was so tired. Not that it was needed, George and Fred came in here frequently like this after a night with a new product. Especially there newest one.
Putting the mug down on the counter, he muttered a thanks, and then put his head back in his arms, to lazy to stand up or move at the moment.
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Post by anastasia on Jul 1, 2007 23:48:25 GMT
*Pansy looked over and saw George*
Excuse me for a moment, Selena.
*gets up and walks over to him*
Hey handsome. Is this seat taken?
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Selena Atherton
Lady of Leisure
It isn't me who you should fear. Fear what I can become
Posts: 1,626
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Post by Selena Atherton on Jul 1, 2007 23:50:05 GMT
*smirks as she watches Pansy*
*finishes off her drink, and orders another*
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Post by george on Jul 1, 2007 23:50:23 GMT
Forcing himself to lift his head, he squinted his eyes a bit to clear the fog around him. Seeing a figure of a woman, he was too tired to make out who it was and just put his head back down in his arms, "Nah, go ahead" His words muffled a bit by his arms.
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Selena Atherton
Lady of Leisure
It isn't me who you should fear. Fear what I can become
Posts: 1,626
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Post by Selena Atherton on Jul 1, 2007 23:52:27 GMT
*tries not to laugh*
*sips her drink*
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Post by anastasia on Jul 1, 2007 23:53:02 GMT
*she looks at him with a worried look, placing her hand on his back*
George? Are you alright? You look exhausted.
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Post by george on Jul 1, 2007 23:55:06 GMT
Deciding that he might actually know this person, seeing as she knew him. He opened his eyes, and lifted his head again. Especially with the personal touch on his back, it took him a moment. But he finalyl saw her face, and made a connection with her voice, "Pansy?" Voice groggy.
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