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XCandy and LunacyX Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 4:46 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 11:51 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 12:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 3:10 pm
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XCandy and LunacyX Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:15 pm
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"Aww, but aren't we feeling boring tonight!" Volusia taunted. She grinned and found a tumbler. After filling the glass about a third of the way with good, crystal clear vodka, she knelt and looked for the refridgerator. "Tada!" she said in triupmh, standing with the carton of orange juice high above her head. Antha's tumbler was filled the rest of the way with juice, and promptly handed over. "Why not yellow juice?" she asked with mock puzzlement. She shuffled back to the bar and got another tumbler. Volusia opened the refridgerator and selected three perfectly square icecubes. Dropping them in her glass, she smiled happily. She wrapped her deilcate fingers lovingly around the short neck of the tequila bottle. "Ah, Jose, it's been a while, hasn't it?" Volusia said to the bottle, with an amused smile. She carefully pulled the stopper from the bottle. The amber liquid ran thickly over the icecubes, giving them a warped look. The bottle was placed on the bar and Volusia got a lime from the fridge. She neatly quartered it, slit the middle and put it on the edge of the tumbler. She went to sit by Antha, not even bothering to replace the stopper in the bottle or put the lime away. They'd be needed soon.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 7:52 pm
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XCandy and LunacyX Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 8:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 9:32 pm
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XCandy and LunacyX Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 9:15 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 5:36 pm
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XCandy and LunacyX Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 9:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:59 am
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XCandy and LunacyX Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 12:10 pm
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"Oh, I doubt that," Volusia continued, mildly confused. "But I propose a toast," she said, pouring herself another tumbler full, "To age, and those who wear it well, or don't wear it at all." She promptly raised her glass and drank all of it's rich, smoky contents, and as if to end the conversation, she rose to leave.
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