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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 0:52:04 GMT -5
*Hands on her hips, she rolled her eyes and bent to his level, sighing.*
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up, hmm?" *She offered a hand to help him up.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 1:06:34 GMT -5
"The hell are all uh'you starin' at?" *he yelled at all the people in the bar, not caring if they understood.*
*Chuck pushed her away. Not because she didn't want to sleep with him--hell, he had a load of girls that would've loved to do the dirty with him that night-- but because Chuck Bartholomew Bass never needed help... or that's just the way he saw things.*
"No thanks," *he sneered.*
*He tried to get up and almost did. But half way up, he fell again and cracked his head on the front counter. By the time he reached the floor, he was out cold.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 1:12:21 GMT -5
"Connard têtu. Vous êtes trop fier pour votre bon." *She muttered to herself before hauling him up so his arm was around her shoulder and she could drag him out. Despite being a good eight inches shorter, she was perfectly (or mostly) capable of getting him into a carriage.*
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Post by László on Mar 24, 2009 21:34:12 GMT -5
**NEW DA--ER. NO, I MEAN DAY**
Okay, so this place wasn't the best of them, but László could hardly afford anything fancier. The fact that he even had enough extra to do something like buy a drink was an event in and of itself, though he wasn't really going to question his good fortune too much (Louis had left FAR more money than he'd needed to).
The bartender had looked askance at László, recognizing him from the meaner streets, but he hadn't said a word to him and so the rentboy had been left in peace with a reasonably nice glass of brandy.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 16:44:17 GMT -5
This lasted roughly the length of time it took for another certain red-headed young man to slide onto the stool two down from Lazlo and signal the bartender for a drink.
After that, well, Lazlo didn't know it, but he wasn't likely to get any peace. Mercutio was already tapping his fingers restlessly on the bar before his drink had even been put in front of him, and by that time he'd spotted something in Lazlo that seemed to garner further interest.
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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 16:48:54 GMT -5
László's gaze slid over to the nearby redhead. Whatever he'd been thinking about had flitted away when the tapping had started.
"Er...excuse me." He said, politely.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 16:57:23 GMT -5
"Yessss?"
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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 17:00:19 GMT -5
"Can you please stop the tapping?"
Though really, it was a nitpicky thing.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 17:08:48 GMT -5
Mercutio splayed his fingers in exaggerated care, wrapping them around his drink instead and taking a sip. His gaze slid lazily back over to Lazlo.
"How unfortunate, sir, to be drinking alone," he said, all idle curiousity and inoffensive interest.
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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 17:16:27 GMT -5
László smiled a little at the redhead's response.
"Oh, well, it's usually this way."
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 17:28:22 GMT -5
Ah, and there, Mercutio had his answer: was this to be a surly drinker, or a good one, a cheerful fellow, or a gloomy cad? It looked as though he had some luck tonight. And even a sliver of a smile! Excellent. Mercutio detested drinking alone.
"What a shame, a horrible terrible shame." Another sip of his drink. Next he needed some wine. "I'll be your company if you'll bear it; it appears my intended has stood me up."
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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 17:35:24 GMT -5
Considering that he needed something to balance out a recent encounter...why not? Besides, he had a feeling he'd better get used to being out and about if he was going to keep meeting Miles. Which meant socializing.
"Sounds all right. Er, I mean, the company, not the other thing."
Okay, so socializing was something he needed practice with...
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 19:33:49 GMT -5
Spiced wine, mm, that would be splendiferous. "Excellent, excellent," Mercutio said absently, then snapped back to the moment at hand. "Well, now that I'm expected to start a conversation I'm all utterly tongue-tied. I couldn't think of a thing to say if my final moments were to be measured in lengths of word, in songs of speech, or any sort of conversational gambit. So, tell me, teach me, perhaps you have something to say?"
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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 19:38:04 GMT -5
He'd never met anyone that talked like this guy did. It was rather interesting.
"Ah, um, well...how about...introductions?" He winced a bit. Well, that was a dull thing to say.
"I'm László."
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 19:48:09 GMT -5
"Oh. Right. That would make sense, wouldn't it." He extended a lazy hand. "Mercutio."
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