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]"So, what kinda drinks d'you like?" [/i]
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"Tropical. Reminds me of home."
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[i]JT ordered a tropical and a whiskey for himself, the drinks being brought fairly quickly. "So what brings you here?"[/i]
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"Wanted some fun. And I believe I've found it."
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[i]"Oh did ya?" [/i]
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She chuckled. "I mean, you're handsome and funny. Not to mention sexy."
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[i]"We talking about me or you? 'cause you definitely meet those standards." [/i]
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"Maybe I was talking about... both of us..." she said.
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[i]"That's a statement I can agree on." [/i]
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Edited by Splashback77: 10/31/2017 1:42:50 AMShe grinned. Her face was comparable to that of a chat lenny.
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[spoiler]+1 for memes, -1 for Lenny in the Dojo[/spoiler] [i]JT sipped his drink and leaned in towards her. The cowboy was playing it relatively safely up until this point in time, although now his dominance was something he was able to do. With a certain aura of power surrounding him, he would speak once more. "So, how about we get out of here and make use our combined hotness to burn down a bed?" [/i]
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"Heheh. I knew you wete sparky," she said, winking.
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[i]"Ready to go?" JT inquired, slowly standing from the chair. He holstered his guns and put his hat on top of his head once again. [/i]
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"Yes, I am."
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[i]"Follow me then." The duo left the bar before too long, easily weaving their way through the streets as JT led her back to his room in Dojoville. It was very old looking, much like a lodge, but far fancier than one would expect from the cowboy. He set his holster belts and hat on a table with his duster, and went to the living room. "Welcome." [/i]
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"Your [i]shack[/i] so to speak. Just a metaphor..."
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"Guess you could call it that, yeah?"
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She sat down on the couch. "So, pretty nice place you got here."
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[i]"Thanks, I try to make it as nice as possible for guests. You want another tropical?" JT asked, walking towards the kitchen. [/i]
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She grinned, "Yes."
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[i]JT concocted two drinks - his whiskey and her tropical - before bringing it to the living room. He sat down and passed it to her. [/i]
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She took a short sip, grinning.
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[i]JT sipped on his drink as well. "So, do y'know why I brought you here?" [/i]
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"Somewhat."
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[i]"Well, mind telling me why you thought I brought us here?" [/i]