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The Bar
May 30, 2008 17:48:52 GMT -5
Post by Jake Quinn on May 30, 2008 17:48:52 GMT -5
*Jake strode up to the bar and slammed down a handful of coins. It was more than he could afford, but by God, it was what he needed.*
"Whiskey. Lots of it."
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The Bar
May 30, 2008 17:57:22 GMT -5
Post by Brandi on May 30, 2008 17:57:22 GMT -5
*Brandi slipped in the door behind him. She was feeling better, but still unnerved by her encounter with Nessa. She wasn't even sure what to think. It took her several moments to figure out who had just walked in. To her inn. ZOMG. She quickly tied on her apron and hurried behind the counter.*
"Course. Just a sec."
*She reached under the counter to Jeremy's stash. She never had a taste for it, but...at least it was on hand. She poured his glass quick and a breath heavy.*
"You doin' all right, sir?"
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The Bar
May 30, 2008 18:01:40 GMT -5
Post by Jake Quinn on May 30, 2008 18:01:40 GMT -5
*He knocked back the entire glass in one long shot and let the tumbler thud back onto the counter top.*
"Well, I dunno 'bout you, but I always consume hard liquor by the pint when all's right with the world," *he said with dry, dark humour.
He looked her over.*
"You ain't been at this job too long, have ya?"
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The Bar
May 30, 2008 18:08:41 GMT -5
Post by Brandi on May 30, 2008 18:08:41 GMT -5
"Long enough."
*Brandi answered with a sympathetic smile. She knew why he was here after all. Or at least, had a sneaking suspicion. She quickly refilled the glass.*
"You want to talk?"
*Her eyes were gentle.*
"I mean, if you're lookin' to. I can always just pour."
*She winked.*
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The Bar
May 30, 2008 18:28:35 GMT -5
Post by Jake Quinn on May 30, 2008 18:28:35 GMT -5
"Don't say much t'strangers when I'm sober...an' I'm not a friendly drunk," *he said with an apologetic shrug. He sighed and shook his head before taking another drink, slower this time.*
"You're too nice t'be bothered wi' me, anyway."
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The Bar
May 31, 2008 6:26:23 GMT -5
Post by Brandi on May 31, 2008 6:26:23 GMT -5
*Brandi laughed softly.*
"Am not." *She gave a playful smile.* "I am actually quiet mean."
*Her hand slid idly over the bottle as he drank.*
"And besides, it isn't often that I meet another Texan this far away. Maybe I'm homesick."
*She looked up to him good-naturedly.*
"And mean."
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The Bar
May 31, 2008 6:34:04 GMT -5
Post by Jake Quinn on May 31, 2008 6:34:04 GMT -5
"Texans got the sweetest hearts ennywhere," *he said matter-of-factly.* "What's a nice mean girl like you doin' in a place like this?"
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The Bar
May 31, 2008 6:42:46 GMT -5
Post by Brandi on May 31, 2008 6:42:46 GMT -5
*Brandi grinned, dimples digging deep in her cheeks.*
"The right thing I guess."
*She wiped down the counter, though it didn't really need it.*
"It was kinda left to me a while ago. It's important that it gets looked after."
*She looked around the inns sturdy walls.*
"I like to think I've done a'right by it."
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The Bar
May 31, 2008 6:45:46 GMT -5
Post by Jake Quinn on May 31, 2008 6:45:46 GMT -5
"It's nice," *he offered.* "Nicer n' it oughta be." *He drank more, but the burning feeling in his body didn't leave him for a while.* "A woman's touch, p'raps."
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The Bar
May 31, 2008 6:50:51 GMT -5
Post by Brandi on May 31, 2008 6:50:51 GMT -5
*Brandi snorted, rather unladylike.*
"Sorry, but I'm not really known for my overwhelming femininity."
*Her eyes softened.*
"But thanks. For the compliment."
*She was careful to keep the glass filled in a timely manner.*
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The Bar
May 31, 2008 11:43:57 GMT -5
Post by Jake Quinn on May 31, 2008 11:43:57 GMT -5
"Shucks, I cud thinka one better'n that if we're gonna get inna complimentin'. Yer a class act o' some kind, Miz--sorry, I dinnint getchyer name, Miz. Jake Quinn," *he said, tipping the brim of his Stetson.*
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Post by Brandi on Jun 1, 2008 6:44:49 GMT -5
((Something about a man in a Stetson, right? Well...especially if he also happens to be Viggo.))
*She blushed slightly, biting her lip before offering her hand as an equal, clearly for shaking and not for kissing.*
"Brandi. And it's awful nice to have 'ya. Here."
*She smiled, trying to look confident and totally not swoony for one of her favorite characters.*
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The Bar
Jun 1, 2008 15:13:34 GMT -5
Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 1, 2008 15:13:34 GMT -5
*He shook her hand with a firm grip, but nothing intimidating or bruising, squeezing it lightly before he let go.*
"Miz Brandi."
*He swirled the whiskey in his glass for a moment, eyeing it, then letting his gaze travel back to her.*
"I ain't never tried drinkin' brandy. I hear it's mighty fine, though."
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Post by Brandi on Jun 2, 2008 5:11:59 GMT -5
*Her handshake was firm, not painful but unusual for a girl. Then she smiled and leaned against the bar as she watched his glass.*
"Me neither." *She answered idly. There did seem to be something ironic in that.*
"Seems funny in a way." *Her eyes grew distant for a moment before she brightened.*
"Though if you wanted to try, I've got some. On the house."
*Her smile was welcoming. She just wanted him to feel better and knew there wasn't much she could do.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 2, 2008 6:53:22 GMT -5
"Now Ah'll only accept that if ya join me in a glass," *he said with a soft, lazy smile.*
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