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9/24/2015 2:39:52 AM
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"In one whole meaty piece, Tommy-boy!" Sawyer screams, sliding over the metal booth and running with extreme grace from one Night to another, blowing their heads off. He is as swift as a tornado on the prairies, or a ballerina on the stage. Except he is seeming Night to hell with a inhumanely large boomstick.
After not a single Night lackey lives, Sawyer turns around with a s mile from ear to ear, and says, "I was waiting for the day when the Night actually put up a fight. Sadly, I'm still waiting."
Sawyer walks down to the bar with Tom following in suit, and Sawyer reaches behind it and pulls out a whiskey and two glasses, and pours both.
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Tommy looks at the one of the Night bodies and takes a gun off the body, slinging the rifle over his back.
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"Want a drink? Killing makes me parched." Sawyer sits atop of the bar, holding his glass, waiting for Tom.
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"No, I'm alright." He starts examining the rifle, walking around trying to find some more ammunition.
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"Your loss." Sawyer chugs down the shot of whiskey, and when he is done smashes the glass, and downs the bottle in less than 30 seconds. [spoiler]Cool RP scene; what days are you free for that UN city attack (IRT)[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Tomorrow night, about this time, Friday, open (I think) after 4 EST[/spoiler] He picks up yet another magazine and stuffs it in his back pocket. "I found myself a rifle and tons of ammo, that's no loss."
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"Nice."
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"Yeah, gotta say, the Night have some pretty decent guns.....or they're weapons they picked off dead versions of us."
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"Wishful thinking, I see." [spoiler]Gotta catch some Z's. We'll continue in the morning [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yep[/spoiler] He nods, leaning against a table.
