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Post by Rastus on Feb 13, 2010 20:39:25 GMT -5
"Damnit! Why do I always have to do your dirty work? Just do it yourself! I got other things and people to take care of!" Rastus said.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Feb 13, 2010 20:42:07 GMT -5
"Fine, I'll kill the two of them my self then." May said. "Now, you two, kiss and make up- not literally."
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Post by Aeron Smith on Feb 13, 2010 20:48:03 GMT -5
"Fine." Aeron said. He pulled his arm away from Rastus's grasp and extended his hand for Phyre to shake. When Phyre made no move Aeron became enraged again.
"What? Think you're too good to shake hands with me, now. Who do you think you are, Il Re?" Aeron said.
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Post by Phyre on Feb 13, 2010 20:51:57 GMT -5
Phyre pulled his arms away from May. His face was stone, holding back rage.
He took Aeron's offered hand and only loud enough for Aeron to hear said,, "I am no king. I think I'm the guy that got the girl where you failed."
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Post by Aeron Smith on Feb 13, 2010 20:56:24 GMT -5
Aeron pulled in Phyre, using their handshake, so that only Phyre could understand his message.
"I do things for her happiness. I don't suppose you would." Aeron said. "Now who is the loser?"
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Feb 13, 2010 21:02:25 GMT -5
May saw Phyre's face turn from stone to straight anger and went over to the two of them. "No. More. Fights." She said. "At least stay civil enough NOT to get us kicked out."
May glanced around the bar. Every single guard member, crescent and bouncer had their eyes on Aeron and Phyre. None of them wanted a fight, especially with Aeron since it would probably come to blood. "We don't need any blood tonight."
Phyre nodded still staring at Aeron. He put his arm around May possessively.
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Post by Aeron Smith on Feb 13, 2010 21:05:30 GMT -5
"I'm leaving, May." Aeron said. He turned and started to go. He stopped at the door.
"Phyre, you know I'm right." He said. He left then.
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Post by Phyre on Feb 13, 2010 21:12:25 GMT -5
May looked up at Phyre questioningly. "It is nothing, love." Phyre said giving her a kiss.
In the back of his mind the little voice was going: 'He's right, he's right.'
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