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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 4:31:54 GMT -5
*Brandi gave a slow wide grin and a snicker, but then her eyes widened at the thought like there was another thought there.*
"You know...I could...we should...it would be...fun."
*She tried to look over the bar and into the rest of the restaurant.*
"You want? 'Cause I can..."
*Her lashes fluttered over her eyes as they rolled slightly, her body swaying a bit.*
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 24, 2007 4:36:49 GMT -5
*He snorts, inhaling scotch older than himself, which burns. A lot.*
"Don't do that when I'm drinking ((especially in real life, coke hurts too))."
*Coughing a bit he sets his drink on the counter.*
"Isn't Sylvia tied up in a scene right now?"
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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 4:44:01 GMT -5
((Sorry about the Coke. That is teh suck.))
"Bah!"
*Brandi snorted into her mug, inadvertently blowing bubbles in it and losing a swallow or two of her amaretto down her chin. She licked at it idly, as if it could be fixed so easily. And without a napkin. Or her hands. She smiled groggily.*
"Well...yeah, but so? Technically, she's in the library, but not the sexing one, the public one...and she's all blood playing Drac, only that's Elisabeta...and she got stabbed, but hasn't gotten to the place yet..."
*She pouted for a moment.*
"I stabbed her...my poor Sylvia...well, Buffy...but my fault. Couldn't help it though...had to plot...get Elisabeta out, you know..."
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 24, 2007 4:47:12 GMT -5
*Jeremy shakes his head as she speaks.*
"Not without complete sentences."
*He chuckles and offers her the dish towel that has been tucked into his apron.*
"Besides, I'm liking the company I have. Unless you want to bring someone in I'm happy with this."
*He gives her a sleepy half grin.*
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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 4:58:44 GMT -5
*Brandi frowned and took the towel, staring at it. Finally, she wiped her mug, ignoring her face, and handed it back to him. Then she tucked her legs up in the chair, hiking up her skirt a bit to do so, before she curled up around her mug protectively. She nuzzled her face against the high back of the chair.*
"With this? Don't know why...not sure I could even handle the in and out of the logging process..."
*Her eyes shut repeatedly, even as she fought to keep them open. Suddenly she gave a determined, if sloshy, nod.*
"Besides...not defiled. See? Get to it."
*She held out her near empty cup.*
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 24, 2007 5:05:41 GMT -5
You don't make it easy....
*Jeremy grins and shakes his head. Taking the mug from her he makes another coffee based drink, making sure to cut the alcohol by quiet a bit. He hands her the warm mug and scoops a finger into her whipped cream. Brining it to his mouth he winks and smiles.*
"And how could I turn down a request like that?"
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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 5:11:37 GMT -5
*Brandi smiled happily, quite proud of herself. She took the mug to her lips, she drank greedily before looking back up to him. In her best inebriate Patrick Bateman, she recited.*
"Just. Say. No."
*She burst out in giggles, sloshing coffee over her lap and the front of her dress. She processed the fact slowly and frowned.*
"Where am I gonna..."
*She looked up at him with a pout, making her confession sound like the most pitiful thought ever.*
"I don't think they have a dry cleaners here..."
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 24, 2007 5:18:57 GMT -5
"Of course... you may be the anti-christ."
*Watching her fret over her dress, Jeremy smiles and shakes his head.*
"We can just make a new one. Faster, stronger, better. We have the technology."
*He slowly lowers himself to the floor, propping his back against the cabinets and resting his feet against the chair.*
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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 5:22:57 GMT -5
*Brandi grinned at the Doc.*
"Bustle..."
*She laughed lightly for a moment, but then her brow furrowed.*
"Water. Probably good now."
*She wasn't quite ready to relinquish her coffee though.*
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 24, 2007 5:24:50 GMT -5
"Right... remember that whole complete sentences thing?"
*He stares at her with no clue what she meant.*
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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 5:29:13 GMT -5
*Brandi tried to straighten in her chair, finally holding the mug out in his general direction.*
"Water. For me. To offset the alcohol consumption. Minimize chances for headaches of doom."
*She pouted slightly.*
"Please? I would...but it's like...so far."
*She gazed longingly at the sink as if there was a great ocean between them.*
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 24, 2007 5:34:38 GMT -5
*Jeremy gives her a dirty look and cranes his neck up to look at the sink above him. As he sticks out his tongue he slowly starts to rise. Taking her mug on the way up he rinses it and fills a chilled glass with cold water.*
"I thought you maybe meant for the dress."
*He hands her the cool glass and sets his own on the counter.*
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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 5:40:24 GMT -5
*Brandi took it and nursed the water gratefully, not really getting at what he was saying. In a moment of realization, she looked to the dress and back to him with a shrug.*
"War will just have to get over it."
*She chugged the rest of the water and held the glass out to him.*
"If he even notices, the drunk bastard."
*She smiled innocently, batting her lashes.*
"More again. Please."
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 24, 2007 5:43:48 GMT -5
*He offers her a pout as he refills the water.*
"You know.. everyone keeps calling him a drunk but I don't think he's really affected by the alcohol...."
*He hands her the glass and fills one of his own.*
"And even if he doesn't... I do."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 5:48:07 GMT -5
*Brandi paused and smiled shyly.*
"I...I'm sorry. Sometimes I'm rough on him. Can't help it though."
*She offered a knowing glance.*
"He does kinda make it easy, you know?"
*Lowering her lashes again, she sucked her lip.*
"Thank you though...for the other part."
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