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Post by naomi on Jan 14, 2008 2:14:09 GMT -5
yes......and yes.
Maybe it was women...Maybe she could get comfortable around winning quicker....ever since him it was understandable why she was so nervous around guys but...who knows...she was just a fucked up girl doomed to walk the earth alone forever, like the incredible hulk or something. Grabbing the bottle of jack, she twisted it open and took a chug. Not some pussy drink, but a chug. Her faced showed it, as she pulled the bottle down coughing and gaging. |
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Post by Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades on Jan 14, 2008 2:17:22 GMT -5
"Oh Gawd... You're so gonna kill me...
Now I gotta repeat that..."
She reached over, grabbing the bottle of Jack, looking at it... well? Down the hole, she guessed... She takes a chug, trying to get a little more as the clenching of her face even brought a tear to her eye...
She slams it down on the crate, coughing her ass off, wiping her eye and her lips... What the hell was she thinking???
"*Cough*, Cough*... oh FUCK!!! *cough*... that... hits the *hack* spot..." |
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Post by Jacob Cruise on Jan 14, 2008 2:33:01 GMT -5
One quarter....two quarter....three quarter....four. Fifth button down, loud clanking sound, and BAM! An ice cold bottle of Dr.Pepper resting at the bottom opening of this machine for Cruise to take. Rinse, repeat two more times....(Yes, Cruise carries a lot of quarters on him. Dollar bills are for losers).
Now, with three bottles of Dr.Pepper secured, Cruise was ready to return. After all he had to go through to get these sodas, (You know, the magical adventure I spoke of earlier that will be saved for another time), the ladies better appreciate. That is, if they didn't have half the bottle of Jack slammed before he even returned.
Don't think Cruise didn't expect that....He banked on it actually. All part of the 'initiation'. And, as he approaches and hears the coughing coming from nearby...His predictions had seemed to play out true...
"Ya'll lightweights should at least wait for a chaser...."
He tosses one bottle of Dr.Pepper to each, hoping someone with the athletic ability to be a wrestler could catch a bottle. Nothing better than Captain Morgan and Dr.Pepper. Good thing they hadn't touched that bottle....yet. |
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Post by Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades on Jan 14, 2008 2:37:32 GMT -5
Coughing, Amy chugs the pop, wiping another tear from her eye. God that hit her hard... she was definitely already feeling some sort of buzz going on...
"Thanks... *cough*... wow... I haven't done that since I was 18... and now I remember why... ugh..."
She reaches in the case for another beer... |
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Post by naomi on Jan 14, 2008 7:00:06 GMT -5
No Thank you. I don't drink soda.
Holy cow a full sentence. Maybe Alcohol was Naomi's weak point. Maybe thats what calmed her nerves and lowered her shield. Funny how the stuff she was sworn to get away from, is actually that which helps her the most...Taking another chug of the JD she smiled afterwards. Eyes watering but a smiled. |
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