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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 20, 2010 21:54:14 GMT -5
Emilian normally didn't smoke, but he figured this time it didn't really matter. He didn't even spare the breath for a thank you as he took it and lit it. No, there wasn't any reason to talk, not after that. He closed his eyes to ride the now-unfamiliar high of being with someone new. This hadn't happened in much, much too long.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 20, 2010 21:59:11 GMT -5
Robbie didn't care to talk, so he just finished his smoke and stretched his muscles a bit before heading to the door. "Welcome back at the table," he said, and lifted a hand a moment before leaving. A drink sounded good about now, and likely another before he went looking for that blonde again.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 20, 2010 22:13:45 GMT -5
Emilian nodded, "See you." He was taking a little longer in finishing his cigarette, and sometime halfway through a deep inhale a pale face with plump, red lips flashed through his mind. He nearly chocked. "Damn it." Well, it was too late to go back now. He backed against a wall and rested his head back, staring in the general direction of the ceiling, the room was dark enough he could only vaguely make out where the wall met up with the ceiling. This wasn't good, but did he really regret it all that much? He finished his smoke, snuffed it out, and then headed out to the bar. He needed a drink.
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