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Post by Larten Stopel on Jun 16, 2008 14:58:50 GMT -5
Larten sighed as he drank another firewhisky down . Why did this day go down so un smooth . Where was Mari...He needed her right now...She seemed like she was never here . He sighed and dranked his fith whisky . He put his hand to his head and sighed .
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jun 16, 2008 15:02:48 GMT -5
Gabby walked into the pub. Seeing Larten she walked over and sat down. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, ordering a firewhisky, somehow getting away with being underage. As soon as it arrived she drank half of it down. "This stuff is great for drowning your sorrows" she said, letting more of the fiery liquid glide over her tongue and down her throat.
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Post by Larten Stopel on Jun 16, 2008 15:06:20 GMT -5
Larten nodded in response to Gabby . " Yea...It is " he said lightly . He smiled at her and drank another firewhisky down . " Guess who i saw today..." he said tipsy from the whisky .
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jun 16, 2008 15:13:39 GMT -5
"My ex fiance?" she asked, as she drained her glass moving swiftly onto the next. She knew she was on her way to getting drunk, but she didn't care. "You know what I did when he told me?" she asked.
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Post by Larten Stopel on Jun 16, 2008 15:15:23 GMT -5
Larten drank another " What ? " he asked looking at her sideways because he was leaning on one of his arms .
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jun 16, 2008 15:35:07 GMT -5
"Kissed him, then cursed him" she said. Then she burst out laughing, that way it did sound pretty outrageous. "How many have you had?" she asked, nodding to his empty glass.
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Post by Larten Stopel on Jun 16, 2008 15:38:15 GMT -5
Larten looked at his glass " 6 ....7..." he said then drinking another " 8 ..." he said smiling . He looked at Gabby and scooted close to her . " Ryan ...He and Eloise got ...Got " Close " today in the hogshead...Right there at the bar to " he said looking around . There was no one there but them . He looked back at Gabby and tilted his head " Your beutiful .." he said lightly.
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jun 16, 2008 15:48:57 GMT -5
Gabby nodded, as a sickening feeling grew in hre stomach, she tried to drown it out with more firewhisky. "Thanks" she said, not really knowing what else to say.
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Post by Larten Stopel on Jun 16, 2008 15:51:42 GMT -5
Larten Smiled and leaned in and kissed her like the last time they met . He kissed her passionatly " Come on " he said grabbing her hand and ledding her to the bathroom . " I've wanted to do this so bad " he said kissing her neck .
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jun 16, 2008 16:00:04 GMT -5
Gabby was shocked by this, she thought they were just having an innocent conversation. "Larten I don't know if that's a good idea" she said reluctantly, although the firewhisky coursing through her veins meant she didn't actually try and stop him.
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Post by Larten Stopel on Jun 16, 2008 16:04:38 GMT -5
Larten was drunk . He dident know what was right or wrong . " Ehhh" he said and contiued to kiss her passionatly.
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jun 16, 2008 16:07:21 GMT -5
"Larten stop it." Gabby said firmly. "You're drunk and in no state to be trying it on." she said, pushing him off her.
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Post by Larten Stopel on Jun 16, 2008 16:10:29 GMT -5
Larten pulled out his wand and pointed it at himself " Augmentia " he said and a jet of water hit him in the face and threw him into the wall " Not drunk anymore " he said standing with a smile .
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jun 16, 2008 16:14:39 GMT -5
Gabby couldn't help but laugh at that. "No, but now you're soaking wet." she said, giggling. She drew her wand and used the spell that would warm him up, drying him off. "Why were you drinking so much?" she asked curiously.
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Post by Larten Stopel on Jun 16, 2008 16:16:30 GMT -5
Larten smiled " I don't know..." he said sighing "Relestionship problems ...." he said . " You know..." he said sighing and thinking of Cassie . " But umm ....I should go . " he said and started toward the door .
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