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12/28/2015 4:18:23 AM
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Eric sits at a bar stool, chatting up the barkeep as he sips from a tall glass. Besides him, as unconscious man with a bloodied nose lies on the ground, with tissues hanging out of his nose. Eric's speech sounds normal, despite the amount of alcohol he has ingested.
"You see, the worst things in life come from conscious decisions. That asshole, chilling down there."
He jerks his finger to point down at the man by his feet,
"He chose to be a dickhole, and he chose to pick a fight with me. But the best things, they don't come from thought. They come randomly; from instinct or chance. For example, I didn't choose to be so damn handsome, I just am. Well, I didn't choose to get on this damn ship too, so hopefully this shit will work out."
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[b]He spots a man sitting a few seats away, at least eight glasses sitting on the counter next to his current drink.[/b]
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Bump (idc if this is mean, I'm working too hard to find this dam post)
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*Reaper sits down and looks at the guy on the ground*
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"See that guy? One look at my face, he knew he couldn't hope to be like this, and he just gave up on life." Eric takes another swig before turning back around. Perhaps you saw the faintest smirk on his mouth. "At least, that's what the nurses said..."
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*Orders a drink* "So you punched him because he looked at your face?"
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"No... I punched him in the face right after he tried to. Some people don't take gracious humor well, or hold their drink, apparently." Eric nudges the man with his foot,
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"hmm what an idiot, he deserves it* *Drinks* "Whats your name?"
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"Don't think I could have put it any better." Jakob says, walking in.
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"That's it then. I'm quitting this damn job, and becoming a public speaker." He almost takes another sip, but the sight of a pretty girl leaving the bar takes precedence over that, and for a second he just watches, before saying, "Hey, I'm Eri Stratos. What's your name?"
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"Jakob Goron, but Codenames Greyhound." He says, and grey lies down near him. "That's Grey."
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[spoiler]I assume Grey's a dog?[/spoiler] Eric shakes your hand briefly, seeming more interested in petting Grey then meeting you, "Pleased to meet you, I'm sure. Nice dog you've got here."
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[spoiler]Hes a greyhound.[/spoiler] "Me and him have been with each other for a while."
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"Greyhound... Good dogs. Lean, beautiful, and fast as hell. Everything that I'd want in a dog... And a woman too, probably. Still, I've always had a thing for Dachshunds. Y'know, the short, long dogs that kinda resemble hot dogs?"
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"Yeah. They're good dogs. So, I'll assume your on FN?"
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"Yeah, as a pilot. What about you?"
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"Scout. Grey and I make sure we know what the enemies dojng."
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He sighs a little wistfully, still petting Grey "I wish I had a dog again. I had one, back on my homeworld, but he passed away while I was at the Academy. Mind if I can feed him something?"
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"Don't mind at all. Pretty sure he won't either. My history with him is crazy."
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"Alright then. One sec..." Eric pulls a dog treat out of his pocket... Somehow, and gives it to the eager Grey. "Oh, one of the Nurses had a dog. I was prepared."
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"Huh. Guess there are others."
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 12/30/2015 12:14:49 PM[spoiler]http://41.media.tumblr.com/14014fd3a36c854c345e0c496a91cf89/tumblr_nxursuIHfp1s1zecoo1_1280.jpg [/spoiler] [i] Light has been sitting at the far end of the bar watching the ego run his mouth, raising one eyebrow she orders another double. And watches him whore himself out to everything with a pretty face, or pretty-ish. [/i] " Sht this place never changes," [i] she says with mild amusement, she finishes her double with ease , the bar tender is already pouring her another.[/i]
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Eric returns a few hours later, hair a little rustled, but otherwise mostly the same. He sits down near you, and orders another drink, and begins to speak to the bartender. Still, you get a vague feeling that it's directed towards you. "They say that if you're good at something, you should never do it for free..." He pulls an empty wallet out of a jacket pocket and jangles it around, "So I assume paying for things is kinda like the opposite, eh?"
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" oh joy the entertainment is back" [i]she mutters under her breath.[/i]
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 12/28/2015 2:30:33 PMEric almost gets up to get some money from... Well, somewhere, before he seems to realize that he had some credits in his pocket. With a pleased grin, he walks back to the bar and sits back down, ordering another round. By then, you wonder how many drinks it'll take before he's soundly drunk; maybe that's why he still thinks he clan flirt with anything. He begins speaking again, but this time he looks directly at you, "So, what brings you here? Bad memories? Tough breakup? Long day?"
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[i]She finishes her drink ,it is already being refilled.[/i][i]She looks at him before checking behind her , then looks back at him[/i] " you could have at least showered her off you before you came back to the bar" [i]she runs her thumb by the corner of her mouth , indicating he might want to do the same.[/i]
