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 Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 1:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 1:48 pm
"The Dreams in Which I'm Dieing are the Best I've ever had.."
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Dalia took the glass and ran her finger around the edge of the cup. She picked up the cup and brought it gently to her mouth and took a small drink. The liquor smoothly went past her lips and teeth and went down her throat. The drink was sweet to her.
She let out a sigh then laughed softly. " That's fine." She replied to his remark on the woman. "She's charming so I can look past that. " She looked back at the bar tender as he was playing with his piercing. She blushed a soft red, noticing his tongue moving around to play with said piercing.
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Why Can't I Dream... Dalia Moore
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 1:50 pm
 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
"The Dreams in Which I'm Dieing are the Best I've ever had.."
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She gave a nod. " I see huh. Well being a bartender his job isn't serveing drinks. He has to entertain his patrons as well so in a way I guess he has to be good at that as well. " She said softly whilst she started to take another drink. The woman than caught her attention once again. " Oh that.. " She picked up her bag and pulled out a middle sized canvas. The picture on it was a landscape, a wheat field to be exact. " They're just landscapes.. They're sort of popular at art auctions now. I mean I've always made landscapes but I've just now been selling them. " She looked at her arms and hands, " Oh, I'm sorry I had left my house in a hurry I didn't realize.."
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Why Can't I Dream... Dalia Moore (( Hey guys I'm going Mobil in a bit but I will try to post as best as I can ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 2:04 pm
  ___ ___ Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
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
"The Dreams in Which I'm Dieing are the Best I've ever had.."
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Dalia then set her things back down and looked over at the bartender. She game him a smile before she returned to her alcohol and took a swig of it. She tapped her figures on the counter top and pulled hair out of her face and pushed it behind her right ear. " I'm sorry I must be wasting your time, obviously your just so anxious to get out there in the rain.. " She felt out of place then. Of course she normally feels out of place but right now she felt like she walked in on a couple or someone fighting. It just had that sort of tension and she didn't know exactly how to lighten the mood. Especially with the man who seemed like he was sulking.
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Why Can't I Dream... Dalia Moore (( lame post ik sorry))
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 2:48 pm
Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling "If he's going to entertain me with that tongue he better be kissing me with it or on his knees." Umie explained with a deadpan expression before the bartender made her laugh. "Oh but Mr. Stump you are developing wrinkles at the corners of your eyes. Young women find older men high attractive, especially the ones without fathers." She wagged her forked tongue at him before looking back over at the artist as a painting was pulled out.
"Ooh." She scrutinized the lovely landscape. Those had been in high demand recently. This one was good quality too, good paints, nice canvas, very fine canvas, actually. "No that's all right! Trust me I'm here in my work clothes." and pointed towards the leather armor adorning her body. "The colors on these are beautiful, and you must have used such a fine paintbrush as well judging by the strokes." She leaned in closer to look at the painting. if she stole this Ummummorar could buy a very cozy inn room. "No doubt the canvas and frame must have cost you a fortune to begin with, of course this would sell at a high price." She nodded, grabbing her drink and swallowing the rest of the water. "Please refill my drink, Lady-Lips." and held it out towards the pinkette while looking at whoever this was. Artist. Her name was now Artist. "What got you interested in painting?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 2:50 pm
______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
"The Dreams in Which I'm Dieing are the Best I've ever had.."
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Dalia's smile quickly faded at the woman question. She bit lip and gave her a fake smile. " My mother taught me when I was young and she'd always Encourage me to get better and practice so I've painted and such since. " She took a large drink from her alcohol and coughed into her hand.
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Why Can't I Dream... Dalia Moore
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 3:50 pm
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
"The Dreams in Which I'm Dieing are the Best I've ever had.."
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Dalia showed a soft shade of pink on her face that kissed each cheek. She over looked the woman's facial features and gave her a genuine smile. Her face although slightly bruised and cut up she was still very beautiful. Her silver hair framed her bronze skin beautifully it Was almost perfect. " Y-you think so? " She laughed softly. " Hm, I guess when you put it that way I guess we are.." She scratched her Face with her index finger.
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Why Can't I Dream... Dalia Moore
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 10:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 11:18 pm
"The Dreams in Which I'm Dieing are the Best I've ever had.."
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Dalia shook her glass back and forth to hear the slosh of the drink inside it. She looked at the bartender with steady eyes as he took of his tie and arm straps. " Sweets. " She said bluntly. That's what the man reminded her of. He was an attractive man so he was like eye candy while his hair was the color of candy.
She played with her hair momentarily, trying to find something to pass the time in the awkward silence.
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Why Can't I Dream... Dalia Moore
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 11:31 pm
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
______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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