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Post by Damien Feardorcha on Jan 11, 2014 1:53:21 GMT
Merlin no, just don't fancy anything too questionable tied to my name is all.
*Smirks quite evilly*
That is not until the heat dies down from that last, incident. If they you have no idea what I am talking about.
*Leans back slightly and nonchalantly checks under his nails. His eyes playfully darting from corner to corner of the room, as if someone were watching.*
So tell me, when shall I start?
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Post by Samuel Burke on Jan 11, 2014 2:00:13 GMT
*Laughs*
Aye, and some mud does a good job of sticking to a good name!
*Raises his eyebrow*
Last incident? Now I really am interested! Go on, spill.
*can't help checking him out*
You free tonight? I don't like to put these things off too long.
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Post by Damien Feardorcha on Jan 11, 2014 2:13:20 GMT
*Chuckles*
You won't get it out uh me that easy, Sam.
*Winks, then clears his throat. Putting on the business man tone*
At your greatest leisure, Sir. Just point me in the right direction.
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Post by Samuel Burke on Jan 11, 2014 2:34:15 GMT
*Raises his right hand, displaying the missing digits*
I'll tell you how this happened if you tell me what you mean by "last incident". Quid pro quo, as they say!
*Stands up, and pulls a blank business card from his pocket*
Right you are!
*Writes down an address and time on the card, and slides it across the desk*
Memorise those details. I'll meet you there tonight. And that ink will burn up within twenty seconds, so make it fast, yeah?
*Adds cheekily*
Make sure you wear something you're not particularly attached to. This work can get messy.
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Post by Damien Feardorcha on Jan 27, 2014 5:16:08 GMT
*Winks sneakily*
Who know, perhaps if you get me drunk enough.
*Cleans throat and reaches for the card. Flipping it around between his fingers for a moment, brow raised*
I do say. Never seen self district business cards...
*Reads the text over and over, making sure the parchment was far enough from his face... just.. in case.*
Thank Merlin I have an outstanding memory.
*Smiles*
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Post by Samuel Burke on Jan 27, 2014 16:24:53 GMT
*Grins*
Darlin', if I was trying to get you drunk, it wouldn't be so I could get you to talk to me.
*Shrugs*
My own design. I get bored, and I end up making stuff.
*Flicks his eyes up and down Damien's figure*
Among other things, I'm sure. Right ... see you later!
*Heads for the door*
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Post by Damien Feardorcha on Jan 27, 2014 22:05:40 GMT
*Holds back a chuckle and just eyes the man. Peculiar this one.*
See you then, Mister Sam.
*Shoves the card in his pocket, sighing heavily and readies himself mentally for the night ahead.*
Tha bloody hell..
*Several minutes later a burning smell billows from his pocket, and all of a sudden it explodes. Creating a little card size hole in the side of his jacket. Jumps to his feet flapping wildly to put out the flame.*
Yes. It is definitely going to be a long night..
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