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Post by Brandi on Feb 9, 2008 22:00:15 GMT -5
*Brandi sighed and went to the sink to wash her hands.*
"Sorry about that. I'm afraid my people skills have been off as of late."
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 9, 2008 22:04:13 GMT -5
"Well I think that's understandable... no hard feelings toward War's author though.. right?"
*He gives her a hopeful smile and goes behind the counter to clink a few glasses together and pour her a chocolate and vanilla schnaps coke. He sets it next to the sink for her.*
"And if anyone's allowed to be as snarky as I am in my place it's you. So what's up pussy cat?"
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Post by Brandi on Feb 9, 2008 22:22:40 GMT -5
*Brandi dried her hands and picked up the drink with a reluctant smile.*
"Oh I see how it is...a little booze and I'll forget that War thing, eh?"
*Her eyes narrowed at him as the rest of her face disappeared behind the cup.*
"You know I'm going to get even...one of these days..."
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 9, 2008 22:25:56 GMT -5
"Hey... maybe I'm just trying to get you liquored up."
*Jeremy smiles at her threat and stands flat footed.*
"You know where to find me when you're ready to reap your terrible vengeance."
*He pours himself a glass and after mixing he looks at her a bit more seriously.*
"You ok? Really?"
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Post by Brandi on Feb 9, 2008 22:31:40 GMT -5
*Brandi gave his question serious though, leaning back on the counter.*
"Yeah. Just tired mostly."
*She cracked a smile.*
"But some of that isn't your fault."
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 9, 2008 22:36:34 GMT -5
*Jeremy pats her hand.*
"Give me time... give me time."
*He winks as he speaks.*
"It might get worse before it gets better. Hope it doesn't put too much of a strain on the friendship."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 9, 2008 22:42:03 GMT -5
*Brandi stared at him, trying to figure out just what he meant by that. But she knew better than to ask. It would totally ruin the plot. Instead she just gave him a firm bump with the side of her hip.*
"Can't think of what would. I'd hate to start from scratch."
*She sighed with a small smile.*
"And you cook and clean. Doesn't get better than that."
*She shook her head.*
"Besides, it could always be worse. Uriel could show."
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 9, 2008 22:45:29 GMT -5
"There is that... but I've always got something for him."
*He motions over to the straw cowboy hat on the peg by the door with a wink.*
"So can I get something for you?"
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Post by Brandi on Feb 9, 2008 22:57:23 GMT -5
*Brandi frowned sternly.*
"Don't you even think it. You know how bad it'll be."
*At his question, she lifted her glass.*
"Nah, this is good. Hell, enough of them and maybe I won't care what you send my way."
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 9, 2008 23:04:30 GMT -5
*Jeremy smiled and took a sip from his own drink.*
"Yeah... that's probably not true. And it's not me.... I hope you're not blaming me.. too much."
*He sighed and set down the glass.*
"I am sorry."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 9, 2008 23:14:02 GMT -5
*That sobered her fast. She stopped and touched his hand gently.*
"Hey now..." *Her brow furrowed deeply.*
"Do I need to be knowing something?"
*She pursed her lips.*
"You know I won't hold it against you. Our children...you can't always explain how they get to the point they're at. They just find their own way."
*Her eyes were sympathetic.*
"It'll be ok."
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 9, 2008 23:25:03 GMT -5
"Just sorry you've got to deal with War. And I'm glad you understand. It means a lot."
*Jeremy downed the rest of his drink and smiled at her.*
"And if nothing else... it'll make for a great story."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 9, 2008 23:31:53 GMT -5
*She followed suit, finishing hers easily.*
"And isn't that the true point?" *She said with a wry smile.*
*Holding out her glass, she gave a hint of a pout.*
"More again. Please."
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 10, 2008 0:27:21 GMT -5
*He chuckles and wipes her up another one adding an unhealthy sized scoop of homemade whipped cream.*
"Well... bad stories written well."
*He winks and returns the bump to her hip.*
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Post by Kris on Feb 10, 2008 10:33:58 GMT -5
*Kris ran in without any manners.*
"Jeremy! You're here. D'you know where... Brandi... Hey!"
*She flew at Brandi and hugged her.*
"Dude! How am I supposed to know you're okay?"
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