originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer[/I]
[b][i]-Elton John, Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting. [/i][/b]
[i]Another day, another drink. That was the mantra JT found himself living by, with each weekend he found himself in the bar. The same bar he went to when nothing new was going on in his life.
Aveline and Benny were heading the search for the killer and Derek had been attending an Extryte corporate meeting, leaving JT all alone for the time being. The Marshal hanged his hat on the rack in the bar and his pistols on the table in front of him, to either side of a brown bottle of Crown Royal on the table. The bar was as dead as his current activity, and so he waited for someone interesting to hopefully walk through that front door. [/i]
((Open. This is a boredom post.))
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[i]"Aight, don't worry about it." [/i]
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[b]She smiled a bit, before grabbing a napkin and pen, writing her number in it before her left.[/b] "Feel free to call if you ever want to chat again. Or maybe..." [b][i]She said, implying what had started this situation, tho that again she seemed a bit nervous even mentioning it[/i][/b]
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[i]"Will do." JT grinned slightly and pocketed it, before walking out. [/i]
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[spoiler]end. If you do wanna try and chase that route, I do have another post up with Eris tho hat would've taken place a bit after this one [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Want me to? Your call. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]im cool with it if you do or don't. If JT headed out to drink and saw her, what would he do?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Depends on the situation at hand and how bored he is. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]well, like I said, your choice.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Kk[/spoiler]
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"I'll stick close then. Don't want to have to hurt anyone."
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A 6 foot 4 busty Hawiian lady with curly, long hair approached JT. She had on a purple surfer's long sleeve shirt. She wore volleyball shorts that were opposite color of her shirt. She looked well built. Somewhat muscular arms.
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[i]"Hawaiians are taller than me, the -blam!-?" JT silently asked himself, glossing over her as he slipped away on the drink in front of him. The duster-wearing Marshal took note of her clothes and lack of weaponry, marking her down as a civilian. He had looked long enough for her to notice if she would. [/i]
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She noticed, "Ya staring?" She looked to him.
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[i]"Not staring as much as admiring," JT responded with a friendly chuckle. [/i]
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She turned around, again, chuckling. She shook her hips. That booty swang side to side.
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[i]She must have known full well that JT was just staring at the hips intently. Whoever she was, this was not what he had expected. [/i]
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She turned around, grinning, "Mind if I buy you a drink."
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[i]"Usually it's the other way around, though feel free," JT said, a grin on his face as he motioned towards the empty seat beside him. [/i]
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"Well, I feel extra flirty today. And I'm thinking you take a few shots a sexy woman like me," she told him, grinning.
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[i]"Well I can certainly attest to the sexy part." JT was, to put it simply, in his element. He had his duster, charm, drink, and was flirting, needless to say, he was thinking where this was going to lead with curiosity. [/i]
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She sat down next to him, a huge grin.
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[i]"So, the pretty lady got a name?" [/i]
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"Kaikaina? And how about yours, sexy?"
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[i]"That's a long story - My name's a serial number, to put it simply. Call me JT, Tea, Jay, up to you really." [/i]
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"Alright then, Jay," she smirked.