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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2017 6:31:23 PM
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“Yeah...maybe have a drink or something.” She replies, smiling as she puts her sword away.
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[i]"Right. Back in my twenties I caught two guys out of an airship, not three." [/i] [spoiler]Cyberpunk bounty, wild ass day. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]...Honestly, I didn’t even know about that.[/spoiler] “Alright... I secretly conspired with Liara...either to give you a cake the next time I saw ‘wrong’, or for someone to randomly go up to the center of the plaza, get a piano, and sing Billy Joel songs for the rest of the day today.” Shila had asked, her lips curling out into a smile.
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[i]"First one's true. Liara's a hella generous soul, I can see that saint of a woman doing that." [/i]
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“Wrong.” She says, a chocolate ice cream coming to JT, a wink made with frosting on it. “Your move, cowboy.” Shila says, winking.
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[i]JT took the ice cream and chuckled. "Alright. One, you're hella flirty when you shop. Two, I hate cowboys." [/i]
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“...isn’t it obvious? I’m that cute, aren’t I?” She says, chuckling, as she grabbed her spoon, digging into the cake.
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[i]"Damn right you are," JT said as he grabbed a second spoon, which he proceeded to use to take a bite. [/i]
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She chuckled. “Alright...I was born to the leading family that caused a war on a planet with a merc faction...or I’m actually 25 years old.”
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[i]"First's true, you don't look a day over twenty three." [/i]
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She snapped her fingers. “Why thank you.” She says, smiling.
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[i]"I got one. Firstly, you're damn attractive in my eyes. Secondly, this cake is god awful." [/i]
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She smiled, almost like she was willing to kiss JT. ...which she then proceeded to do, specifically on the cheek.
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[i]JT chuckled to himself right there, grinning like the idiot he was. "What was that for?" [/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 11/29/2017 2:15:20 AM“A reward for being right.” She responds almost seductively, relaxing her elbow on the chair, adjusting her cowboy hat. “Now...either you loved it, or I hated it.” She says slyly.
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[i]"I should really start being right more often," JT replied, resting either of his elbows on the table. [/i]
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She whole heartedly laughed, as a Turian walked up to them, dressed in similar garb to Jason. “Da...you want some more drinks?” He asks, in the best Russian accent he could give off.
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[i]"Send us a few, please," JT said to him in response. [/i]
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“Ay.” He says, walking away. “Your turn, partner.” She says, innocently chuckling a little bit.
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[i]"Alright. Those two Klingons ain't going home with me tonight, and I absolutely cannot stand whiskey." [/i]
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“...the first one?” She asked, clearly wondering what his answer would be.
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[i]"That's right." [/i]
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“Then Who is Then?” She asks...although she probably already knew the answer.
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[i]"I'll give you three guesses." [/i]
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She smiled, kissing JT. “Y’wanna go home?” She asked.
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[i]"Depends, you wanna?" [/i]
