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Tweak says, "EXTERMINATE!"

Edward Morgan Blake // The Comedian (allajoke) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-04-05 18:49:00

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Who: The Comedian and OPEN
What: Drinking. What else?
When: Late afternoon
Where: A questionable-looking bar
Warnings: Language. Inevitably lots of language. Also, he is wearing the mask.

This was ridiculous. Ri-fucking-diculous. The Comedian was fairly certain that he had escaped this hell hole, and yet, here he was again. Fan-fucking-tastic. Resigning himself to his fate once again, he made his way to the bar he remembered not so fondly from his first venture here. It was out of the way, dark, and generally full of people that either wanted to fight, or could be easily persuaded to fight with a swift punch to the face. Eddie liked that.

The masked man sat down at the bar, a yellow smiley face pin stuck to his body armor reflecting the light, and ordered a whiskey. His first of the day, but inevitably not his last. As if he didn't drink a lot at home, this place just drove him to do it more and more.

At least he wasn't having to deal with Veidt and his little fairy ideas of world peace or some shit.

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half_controlled
2010-04-23 04:43 am UTC (link)

Kristina was sitting at the bar alone, as she did most of the time anyway. The alcohol helped her slow down the high from the drugs and well she never had to hide who she was. She was just asking the waiter for another shot of tequila as she noticed the man sit down next to her. He was wearing a mask but she wasn't about to judge but the smiley caught her attention. She gave a half smirk and quickly gulped the shot again looking for another. Turning towards the man she eyed him before finally selecting the right words to speak. "I have met you before." It wasn't the best selection, but seeing as her words were going to be slurred by the end of the night, it was better than any other. "Names Bri just in case you don't remember me." She turned and again signaled to remind the Bartender that her shot glass was empty. Look at me in this fucking place, you would think I could at least get an attentive waiter. I mean this is number... Well I had one when I came in and let's see. "Damn." She mumbled trying to recall the numbers in her head. With a swift shrug she spun and took another shot this one followed by a lick of salt.

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