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Aug 16, 2009 18:36:19 GMT -4
Post by adelle on Aug 16, 2009 18:36:19 GMT -4
"I see..." Adelle replied. "I guess I'll just stick around to finish my usual 7 rounds."
She gulped down her usual.
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Aug 16, 2009 18:38:19 GMT -4
Post by Captain Christopher Dragon on Aug 16, 2009 18:38:19 GMT -4
"What is it your drinking anyway?" asked Chris out of curiosity, "It smells rechid."
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Aug 16, 2009 18:40:59 GMT -4
Post by adelle on Aug 16, 2009 18:40:59 GMT -4
"To tell the truth, I have no idea," Adelle answered. "But my Dad would always come here and order this, so I kept it going in his honor...or something like that."
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Aug 16, 2009 18:43:16 GMT -4
Post by Captain Christopher Dragon on Aug 16, 2009 18:43:16 GMT -4
"Smells like whiskey and piss," she said looking back at the bar tender, she ordered herself another, "I need to get drunk..." she mumbled into her glass. She'd had an eventful day.
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Aug 16, 2009 18:45:14 GMT -4
Post by adelle on Aug 16, 2009 18:45:14 GMT -4
Adelle laughed. "It might as well be. And same here...Cheers!" she said holding up her new glass of the "usual".
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Aug 16, 2009 18:47:37 GMT -4
Post by Captain Christopher Dragon on Aug 16, 2009 18:47:37 GMT -4
Chris looked at her for a moment, and then didn't clank glasses, "There's no way I propose to cheer to you, there's a chance it might splash into my drink." she said taking another sip.
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Aug 16, 2009 18:49:44 GMT -4
Post by adelle on Aug 16, 2009 18:49:44 GMT -4
"Oh, what a party pooper." Adelle said. "How 'bout you, King?"
"ChEERs!" King said tapping her glass with his beak.
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Aug 16, 2009 18:52:53 GMT -4
Post by Captain Christopher Dragon on Aug 16, 2009 18:52:53 GMT -4
Chris finished and ordered another, two were placed in front of her. She looked at it warily to make sure she wasn't seeing doubles just yet, "Oh. Why thank you good chap." she said taking another heaping to herself, trying to pay no attention to the wannabe pirate.
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Aug 16, 2009 18:56:06 GMT -4
Post by adelle on Aug 16, 2009 18:56:06 GMT -4
Adelle was up to her 4th round after the next few silent minutes. She didn't mind the silence, but Chris seemed to be a bit peeved about something.
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Aug 16, 2009 18:58:01 GMT -4
Post by Captain Christopher Dragon on Aug 16, 2009 18:58:01 GMT -4
Chris rested her cheek at her palm, using the counter for support. She'd finished another, and started once more. "Almost there..." she told herself. She drank again.
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Aug 16, 2009 19:04:58 GMT -4
Post by adelle on Aug 16, 2009 19:04:58 GMT -4
'Just one more round to go 'till the lucky number 7,' Adelle thought. She looked over at Chris, a bit too drunk to notice she was staring.
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Aug 16, 2009 19:05:41 GMT -4
Post by Captain Christopher Dragon on Aug 16, 2009 19:05:41 GMT -4
Chris looked over at the annoying peeve, she was staring at her, "Something the matter?" she snarled.
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Aug 16, 2009 19:08:02 GMT -4
Post by adelle on Aug 16, 2009 19:08:02 GMT -4
"Nahhh," Adelle answered, and continued staring between chugs on her last round.
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Aug 16, 2009 19:09:35 GMT -4
Post by Captain Christopher Dragon on Aug 16, 2009 19:09:35 GMT -4
Chris noticed she still stared, she sighed and rolled her eyes, finishing off her 14 drink. That was the trouble with drinking, the more at it, the more you became immune. She was known for being able to hold it.
"Give me the best you got," she demanded of the bartender.
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Aug 16, 2009 19:12:22 GMT -4
Post by adelle on Aug 16, 2009 19:12:22 GMT -4
Adelle always stopped at 7, she hoped it would bring her some luck. So she continued watching Chris drink.
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