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Post by *Vladimir Verencroft on Mar 19, 2008 23:06:09 GMT -5
Vladimir walked into the kitchen and found some beer, but before he took a drink he grabbed a bottle of wine, that he had with him, and mixed them together in a cup. He then pored some rum into the cup as well and then added a little bit of Dr. pepper.
He didn't like to admit it but he was a master of mixing drinks.
He then took a drink and asked "anybody want any?"
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Post by kloper70 on Mar 20, 2008 10:28:19 GMT -5
Aurel watched intrigued as he mixed the drink. "Hit me with a glass of that." It'd been a while since she had drank, and the last time she had drank it was drinking out of depression - just after her human lover had died. She imagined the burning alchohol slipping down her throat and shuddered with delight.
She plopped on the couch, taking the whole thing up - they were both in the kitchen, they didn't necessarily need a spot on the couch - and stretched her tingling muscles like a cat. She popped her neck when she was done, and watched the two in her kitchen.
It had been such a long time since she had had some companionship. Watching them move around her kitchen freely awoke something back in her mind, something old, lost, and dusty. Possesiveness. It had been many years since she had had some companions... some friends... She felt a sense of satisfaction settle within her.
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Post by jazz on Mar 20, 2008 10:40:00 GMT -5
Jazz sighed.
"I'm afraid I can't have any,"she smiled," Apparently you cant have alcohol if your only 19. Oh well."
Jazz put the grilled cheese on a plate, and asked," does anyone want any?"
((sorry for the short posts, Im super-dooper busy))
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Post by *Vladimir Verencroft on Mar 20, 2008 22:36:53 GMT -5
"like any one will find out. if you really want some let me know" he said as he mixed Aurel a cup.
He walked in to the living room and handed her the cup and sat down on the floor, something he was very accustomed to since he had grown up on the streets.
He then tried to start a conversation by asking "so what is the weirdest job you've ever had?"
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Post by kloper70 on Mar 20, 2008 22:46:26 GMT -5
"Live a little, dear girl. You're under adult supervision." She laughed. "I suppose that only counts if we act like responsible adults." Aurel genlty chided herself for letting her wild side show.
Vladimir came through from the kitchen and handed her the drink. He sat on the floor, reminding Aurel that she was the host and not the guest. She sat up, making room on the couch.
"So what is the most unusual job you've ever had?" She sipped the drink and swallowed, an Ah of satisfaction not far behind.
"Well. I was born a peasant, so most of my work delt with farming or sewing. That was my mortal life, though, and that never was very exciting." She paused, swirling the liquid in her glass thoughtfully. "I suppose there was a job I did for a mentor of mine a while back. He wanted me to catch him twenty pidgeons within three days. He never did tell me why, I just did it out of gratitude for his kindness." She scrunched up her face. "It never came upon me to ask. What about you?"
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Post by jazz on Mar 23, 2008 10:39:10 GMT -5
Jazz smiled and grabbed a bottle. She had alcohol a couple of times, but got in trouble when the bar found out she wasn't really 21. But hey, now she can drink without getting in trouble. Jazz gulped it
Down fast.
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Post by *Vladimir Verencroft on Apr 14, 2008 15:54:45 GMT -5
"the oddest job i ever had was probably the job that i had for about 100 years. i was a acrobat traveling the world, trust me a lot of stuff can happen when you travel around for 100 years" He said as he smiled and then added, "but it was a lot of fun"
He then looked at Jazz and said "dang, you part Irish?"
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