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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2017 7:01:11 PM
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“I don’t know; mentioned helping some girl you knew named Aveline out with something. A murder, I think.” Shila told the cowboy, standing near the door out.
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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]
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“Up to you, cowboy...you are treating me.” She replies, smiling as the partying was still heard around them...albeit more drunk then ever.
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[i]"Well, let's get going then. You got all you needed right?" [/i]
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“Yeah.” She says, smirking as she kissed the cowboy on the forehead. “Let’s Go then.” She says.
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[i]JT walked away from the bar and led Shila towards the elevator, where he went up with a tip of the hat towards the krogans. As soon as the two were out, he made way to the ship and boarded it with her. [/i]
