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Tweak says, "Tommy, can you hear me?"

Edward Morgan Blake // The Comedian (allajoke) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-09-30 11:50:00

Entry tags:

!open, kristina snow

Who: The Comedian and OPEN
What: Drinking, what else?
When: Late afternoon
Where: One of the shadier bars in town
Warnings: Comedian has a filthy mouth, R for language inevitably

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Eddie realized that he hadn't gone out in public without the guise of the Comedian since arriving in Colligo. Maybe it was some kind of defense mechanism, or maybe he really just preferred his mask and body armor to street clothes. Either way, he wasn't going to be bothered by it now and he wasn't going to change it. So the large, well-muscled man found himself sitting in a dingy bar wearing a black mask, black cargo pants, black leather boots, and armor over his chest.

A glass of whiskey sat on the bar in front of him. Half of it had been drained so far. The Comedian seemed to be studying the condensation on the glass, but anyone who mistook that for inattention to his surroundings would have been foolish. He was perfectly aware of every noise, every movement in the bar.

If only a fight would start. That was always the most fun.

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half_controlled
2009-09-30 05:16 pm UTC (link)

Kristina was tired, tired of everything. The light of a bar made her stomach churn as she opened the doors. She glanced quickly pass the people for an opening in the bar, once spotted she took the chance and went forward.

Her body swayed and a smirk hit her lips, it felt well to be around men. Asking for a double shot of whiskey she noticed an odd dressed person next to her. Straightening her body she spoke. "Hi I'm Bree!" It wasn't her attention to give her other personalities name but it was a bar where was the harm.

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allajoke
2009-09-30 05:26 pm UTC (link)

Perky definitely wasn't what the Comedian had expected when he chose this particular bar. It was a hole in the wall in a dangerous part of the city. He was hoping for some peace and quiet, at least until the inevitable fight broke out, which he would gladly join. Granted, the last time some broad had come up to him in the bar, they'd ended up slaying a bunch of vampires together. That was alright.

A glance at the woman beside him suggested that a repeat of that night wasn't likely to happen. He cocked an eyebrow at her and her sudden introduction. "Good for you," he replied with a nod.

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half_controlled
2009-09-30 05:31 pm UTC (link)

She couldn't help but smile at his reply or the fact that she was in a dimly lit bar. Turning her attention back to the shot she threw her head back and asked for another. Kristina badly wanted to go home, Bree badly wanted to run into the night. So the bar seat was the middle ground.

She wondered why she was here, or at that moment why she cared. The guy had acted like all the others in the town and it thrilled her. Curving up her lips she glanced his way "How long have you been in Colligo?" She didn't much care for conversation and looked like neither did he, she was bored. Why don't you just get a little closer Bree was dying for some attention and some control.

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allajoke
2009-09-30 07:54 pm UTC (link)

The Comedian inwardly rolled his eyes and took another swig of his drink. This was odd. Most people were almost immediately put off by his attitude and, quite frankly, he liked it that way. His attitude was the way it was for a reason, after all. But not this girl, oh no. She just wasn't leaving. Fucking weird.

"A long damn time," he answered simply, taking one more deep swig of his drink. He wasn't going out of his way to make conversation, but he wasn't leaving either.

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half_controlled
2009-09-30 09:14 pm UTC (link)

Kristina couldn't help but indulge herself in what seemed him putting her off. She honestly didn't care much about him or the conversation. She just felt there and figured she would try.

Couple of shots later she tilted her head and spoke one last attempt. "I can leave if I'm bothering you." The whiskey had coursed its way through her and she was scared of loosing control at any time.

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	allajoke 2009-09-30 09:27 pm UTC (link)
	He shrugged as an answer. "It's a free country, kid. You don't need my permission to do something." He always wondered why people said stuff like that. What the hell did he care if she stayed or if she left? He wasn't her father. And even if he was, he still probably wouldn't care. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

half_controlled
2009-10-01 01:47 am UTC (link)

She was half way up when the word kid hit her like a brick wall. Clashing her teeth together she regained her seat checking around to see if anyone had heard her. She didn't need his permission this was true but she wished for a little more interesting company.

"'Preciate that, by the way thanks for the invigorating conversation." She didn't want to leave, something about him interested her but it seemed polite.

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