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 Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 1:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 1:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 1:50 pm
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 Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
This girl was so young looking. She couldn't be older than Ummummorar herself, the little brown haired one had no signs of wrinkles anywhere. Cute little thing. "I'll drink water with you. I've had three entire bottles of fire ale to myself so I'm probably quite drunk right now. I need water to prevent the morning headache." and raised the tankard, taking another sip. "Raining pretty bad out there, huh? Lady-Lips right here's been panicking. I think he's afraid of thunder." The whisper was loud and teasing towards Wes, the sharp-tooth grinned just because the tiefling was entertaining herself.
Wes's words made her look over. "I'm not sure about flattering but I've gotten you to giggle a few times, Mr. Stump. That's his actual last name so I'm not harassing him. And don't mind his tongue ring he thinks it makes the ladies hot and bothered." Another chuckle, "Dunno 'bout you but it could be working for me, alas, too drunk. Shame on me." another sip of water, golden eyes distracted by the flash of metal that would occasionally show. from his mouth.
"Because I have stared at you, all night, You, little Miss Artist. Watcha working on?" Nothing got past Umie's eyes, and the paint gear and the paint on her fingers and arms were sort of obvious
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 2:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 2:04 pm
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 ___ ___ Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
Wes took another breathe in of his cigarette, and he let it out along with another sigh, he clicked his tongue in annoyance one more, tapping his fingers absentmindedly on the bar table. He ignored their comments, but crinkled his nose when 'Mr. Stump' came up. "Gross. I'm not old enough for a 'Mr.' title yet." He shook his head, rolling the cigarette around in his fingers absentmindedly as he continued staring out of the window, having to stay as long as these two women were here.
His gaze traveled over to the ladies once in a while, in which he ignored their comments and other words, whether they were about him or not. With a sigh, he decided to just open up a beer and wait for the storm to pass. Wesley reached into the liquor case and brought out a beer bottle of his own, his tongue gently flicking over the cap before it popped off. He took the cap into his hand and bent it in half, proceeding to roll it around in his left hand as his right hand held his beer bottle and his cigarette, which was quickly burning out.
“ While I was looking the other way your fire went out
Left me with cinders to kick into dust
What a waste of the wonder you were
In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine
In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine
At the disgrace of a waste of a life ” |
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 2:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 2:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 2:50 pm
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______Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
"Stop worrying and enjoy your drink, totes. I got problems of my own." He mumbled with a quick shrug as he took in what she had said. He did want to leave, sure, but in the end, he was going to get sick anyway, so he had nothing to gain, nor did he have anything to loose. "Rain doesn't look like it's going away, anyhow." He gave another shrug, and a deep, deep breathe in of his cigarette, letting the smoke ever-so-slowly drift out of his mouth as he looked up at the ceiling boredly, fiddling with the beer cap and running his thumb over the bottle's cool, smooth surface.
Wes caught her words about...Wrinkles? He didn't exactly pay much attention to his looks at this point. Hell, he was only 27. He brushed away her words once more, taking her glass and filling it up before handing it to her. "I suppose i'm prime lady material, then," He mumbled out as he ran a hand through his hair, taking a sip of his beer.
Wes was faintly wondering what the girl was wondering and so worried about. There wasn't much going on in the first place, so what was her problem? Perhaps she felt that she was intruding on Pancake and him? That was an interesting though. A bit naive and arrogant, but interesting. He didn't mind either one of the girl's company. They were just there, sitting, talking. This tension, whatever was in the air, was probably the awkwardness of being complete strangers. Wes only flaked the tension away with each breathe of smoke he breathed out, quite content at the moment.
“ While I was looking the other way your fire went out
Left me with cinders to kick into dust
What a waste of the wonder you were
In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine
In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine
At the disgrace of a waste of a life ” |
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 3:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 3:50 pm
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Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
"Sweetheart he gets paid to give us drinks you don't need to apologize. I mean it's still pretty early-ish late-ish into the evening so he's gunna be open for a few more hours." she explained. "He wants to go into the rain so he can avoid it, but then he'll get sick so as long as he stays inside this pretty little pub he has a less chance of getting the plague." she pat the wet strands of hair, heating her hand up without actually making fire and drying them off. "Your hair's so soft!" she then began to ruffle the short brown locks. It was a disguise, instead of messing it up she was making sure to dry it all off.
"There." She looked at the messy head of hair with a proud look on her face, knowing she'd done that. "Let's just, fix this a bit." Nails soon brushed the now dry hair smooth, making the girl look as cute as before. "That;s better. Right Stump?" She turned the girl's face to look at the bartender, patting her cheek before letting go.
The question on the painting made little Artist's smile fade faster than fire in water, the sentence being rushed out quickly before quickly drowning her mouth in the drink. Geez, as if that didn't speak dead parent or bad memory the woman didn't know what did. "Yea you don't want to take a large gulp unless you know you can handle it." Umie said slowly, "But that's cool. Yea I do carpentry and woodworking, that's sorta like art I guess. And he mixes alcohol which is like, liquid art. So we're all artists here. Hoo-rah." And drank her water.
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 9:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 10:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 11:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 11:31 pm
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Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
"Trust me, beautiful, I know so." she finished off her water, looking at Wesley expectantly as she held out the metal mug again."Y'know. Most men try to contribute something--" Thunder roared overhead, cutting the tiefling off mid sentence. Gold eyes looked up, waiting for it to be over, adding a few additional seconds of silence before opening her mouth to speak, only for it to cut her off again. A rude finger was pointed towards the ceiling in a silent '******** you' towards the sky before looking back at Wesley. He was taking off the blue and dark blue striped tie and Umie waved that away, deciding not to watch his fingers. "C'mon, talk a little, Lady-Lips. We're in a bar. You're supposed to socialize, right Artist? Bars are places you make buddies!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 12:16 am
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______Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
Wes honestly didn't need Pancake to finish her sentence when the light started to flicker. He simply finished it for her."I would have thought that you would have figured out by now that I am not most men." He quickly took her mug from her, and started filling it up once more.
"Do you, y'know, not need to piss at all? You drank three bottles of liquid, and now some water." He looked back at her, eyebrow raised. "Pancakes can only soak up so much syrup, you know." He handed her the mug and then addressed the woman's comment about him.
Sweets. He noticed her staring, and as if reading her mind, replied with, "Cotton Candy." It was a simple pair of words, but it had a double meaning.
He turned his back to the women and reached down to his vest, his shirt loosening on him as he did, the absence of the vest straightening out to show a rather narrow and toned physique.
“ While I was looking the other way your fire went out
Left me with cinders to kick into dust
What a waste of the wonder you were
In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine
In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine
At the disgrace of a waste of a life ” |
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