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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 2:06:20 GMT -5
*Chuck sighed, frustrated.*
"It transmits these... things... that link his phone and my phone so we can communicate. Now, if you could kindly tell Tim where I am..."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 2:08:09 GMT -5
"Um. Number sev--am I really talking to a person?" *She furrowed her brow but gave the address. It wasn't far at all from the bar--in fact the teachers at the school tended to congregate there after work.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 2:12:11 GMT -5
"I'll be right there, Mr. Bass," *Tim said and hung up.*
*Chuck put away his phone, smoothed his clothes and gingerly touched the bump on his head.*
"Thank you for your hospitality," *he said sarcastically, then headed for the door.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 2:14:27 GMT -5
*She rolled her eyes.*
"I'm sure the urchins in the alley behind the bar would have been far more accommodating after the barkeep hauled you out." *She said, pushing in front of him and moving toward the exit. Out the door she swept, ready to get home to a long bath.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 2:26:24 GMT -5
*Chuck had to move close to the wall lest he be run over by her. With a snort and a smirk, he shook his head and took his time walking down stairs. Once outside, he got into his limo and his driver drove off in the direction of his hotel.
He grinned the entire trip. Sure, he didn't get anyone to tap but the sheer entertainment was worth it all.*
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