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exsiliumlogs2013-07-08 07:18 pm
spiderwife) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-07-08 07:18 pm
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yo check it out, i've got a plan
Date & Time: today! evening!!
Location: SOME BAR
Characters: Mansbane & Mankiller (Licyn & Araña)
Summary: a wolf and a spider met in a bar...
Warnings: prooobably not?
[ Exsilium, she has to admit, is not so bad. True, there's no Samhain, but there's also no one that knows her face. Not one single person in this bar can report her to the authorities for anything. Gods, that feels good. And if she doesn't talk about being fresh off the transporter pad, people are generally friendly, too. (She'd picked up fast on how being a Transport was Bad, and she keeps that part quiet now.)
She's on her forth drink now, only one of which she bought herself. Unfortunately, she's just about done with it, so it's pretty close to time to find someone to treat her to another one. She casts a look around the bar, and... him. Yeah. He'll do.
She hops off of her stool and starts toward a scruffy looking guy, already smiling. As soon as she's close enough, she clinks her glass down onto the countertop, eyes on him. ]
Look. It's almost empty. Fucking tragedy, right?
Location: SOME BAR
Characters: Mansbane & Mankiller (Licyn & Araña)
Summary: a wolf and a spider met in a bar...
Warnings: prooobably not?
[ Exsilium, she has to admit, is not so bad. True, there's no Samhain, but there's also no one that knows her face. Not one single person in this bar can report her to the authorities for anything. Gods, that feels good. And if she doesn't talk about being fresh off the transporter pad, people are generally friendly, too. (She'd picked up fast on how being a Transport was Bad, and she keeps that part quiet now.)
She's on her forth drink now, only one of which she bought herself. Unfortunately, she's just about done with it, so it's pretty close to time to find someone to treat her to another one. She casts a look around the bar, and... him. Yeah. He'll do.
She hops off of her stool and starts toward a scruffy looking guy, already smiling. As soon as she's close enough, she clinks her glass down onto the countertop, eyes on him. ]
Look. It's almost empty. Fucking tragedy, right?
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Yes, I can so clearly tell from the immense and awe inspiring reputation that preceeds you.
( A lazy movement of his hand sends the remaining contents of his glass swirling -- he continues the motion, considering his new 'friend' with renewed interest. )
You have the purse to back that up, or just the will?