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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Jan 2, 2007 15:56:48 GMT -5
*Rosette sat down at the bar as she ordered a bottle of absinthe. She threw some coins at the man behind the bar and laughed as he scurried off to find her the best absinthe he had. Some men in the back whistled at her and she responded by giving them an icy look.*
Look at me, drinking in some scruffy bar. I could be sitting in the fanciest sallons known to man, if father was still alive.
*The barkeeper put a large green bottle in front of and scurried of again to help some costumers. Rosette cleaned the glass he left for her with the rim of her cloak and filled it with the sweet smelling liquor.*
"Bottoms up".
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Vyrtue
- Ingenious Pilot -
Riff Raff's Fan-Girl
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Post by Vyrtue on Jan 2, 2007 16:21:01 GMT -5
((You can't drink an entire bottle of undilluted absenthe in one sitting. Your heart'll stop!))
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Post by Sydney on Jan 2, 2007 16:46:59 GMT -5
((That's why Syd's here!  )) Sydney-- now with a short, black bob and dramatic make up, completely unnoticeable-- trailed the strange blonde to a cheap, ill-kept bar. After observing her order a dose of absinthe, she casually went over and sat down next to her. “You’re not going to just drink that are you?” she asked in a French, glancing over at the small amount of pale green absinthe in the girl’s cup. “It’s called ‘absinthe’ for a reason.” Sydney quickly asked the bartender for a slotted spoon, water and a cube of sugar. Sydney then set the spoon across the edge of the glass, put the cube of sugar on bowl of the spoon and then began pour the ice-cold water over the sugar cube until it melted. "Some say that the name 'absinthe' comes from the Greek word 'undrinkable'...only the really experienced can drink it without dilution.” Sydney said quietly as she poured the water. The once clear green liquid turned murky into what absinthe drinkers called the louche. “There,” she said, pushing the glass towards her. |
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Post by Parisa on Jan 2, 2007 17:26:10 GMT -5
*walks in and looks around* Huh. This...is definitely not the cafe.
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on Jan 2, 2007 17:37:14 GMT -5
*Stumbles out from a corner and calls over to Parisa.*
Hey, you shouldn't be in a place like this.
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Post by Parisa on Jan 2, 2007 17:52:24 GMT -5
*Parisa whirled around* Sinclair! What are you doing here?
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Post by Sydney on Jan 2, 2007 17:57:08 GMT -5
((He's just like his daddy...a binge drinking alcoholic~ -_-; )) |
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on Jan 3, 2007 11:41:44 GMT -5
((Heh))
I was um....
*Sinclair looked down at the whiskey glass in his hand.*
...Drinking
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Post by Diana on Jan 3, 2007 11:43:17 GMT -5
((*Facepalm* He's just like his dad!!! ;D))
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Post by Nadir on Jan 3, 2007 11:56:45 GMT -5
((I hate you all.))
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Post by Parisa on Jan 3, 2007 12:03:39 GMT -5
*Parisa blinked* I'm sorry, but...why?
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on Jan 3, 2007 12:11:08 GMT -5
*Sinclair sighed and put his glass down.*
It helps to numb the pain and emptiness in my soul.
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Post by Parisa on Jan 3, 2007 12:20:37 GMT -5
Emo kid. Definitely. *Parisa cocked her head* Your soul is pained AND empty? I'm sorry. But, um, if it's just numbing the pain and emptiness, you're gonna feel it eventually. You, um, might want to look into something less...destructive...than alcohol. Like...frisbee! Or some other sport. Or the arts. Or...something like that. But, um, only if you want to.
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on Jan 3, 2007 13:24:52 GMT -5
*Sinclair turned to Parisa.*
I speak 15 languages, play almost every instrument I touch and swordfight better that most in the Kings guard.I deserve the rest. You however should not involve yourself in a rough place like this.
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Post by Sydney on Jan 3, 2007 13:46:41 GMT -5
((Hrm...possible recruit here. 15 languages just like Sydney and can fight...*thinks*))
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