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New RN's. How bout it? |
I desire to serve the Mistress and her ladies unconditionally |
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I just want a drink |
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Say What? |
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Oh gawd. How am I going to walk in those heels? |
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:17 pm
-snuggles in close, lying her head on his chest- Good. Only a few of the old peeps were eyein' me and tryin' to cop a feel. And I think a lot of that had to do with me wearing a skirt. -leans up and kisses the underside of his neck, whispering- You can cop a feel anytime you like... xd twisted
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:23 pm
Amy had picked up Thistle, patted Velcore on the head once more, and went to stand in front of Kai again. Her eyes were glittering with unshed tears, and she hardly ever came close to crying. If she had heard him correctly, Kai wanted to be with her. He wanted to be only hers and for her to be only his. She agreed with him.
She leaned forward and slowly rested her lips against Kai's. She very slowly increased the pressure of her lips against Kai's for a few moments. Then, she slipped the tip of her tongue out to trace along Kai's bottom lip. It only last for a few short moments and then she pulled back.
She smiled softly at him and cupped the side of his face. She kissed him once more and then finally pulled back for good. She grabbed his hand and smirked at him.
"Well, come with me, then. Stand behind the bar with me while I make drinks. If you're good, I may just let you enjoy some of my 'booty'."
She winked at him, making a reference to their conversation the night they first kissed. She started to walk behind the bar, pulling Kai along with her.
Meanwhile, Thistle was still in Amy's arms looking frazzled. Her hair was messed up and the feathers on her wings were a little frizzy. She had been somewhat squished in between Amy and Kai when Amy had leaned forward to kiss him. Good thing she was just a small pony.
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Chef_Karrie rolled 5 6-sided dice:
2, 4, 6, 3, 2
Total: 17 (5-30)
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:29 pm
Good to know I have permission. wink *slowly slides his hands further down her back*
*sees Amy walking back behind the bar and raises a paw, chirping at her*
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:32 pm
-surpresses a shudder and resists the urge to drag him down to her room- Mmmm. -kisses his neck again quickly- My undies match your hair... twisted feel free to...investigate this matter. You have my...permission...you know, for when you get home... twisted
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:36 pm
((hey damey! a sexy batman for you heart
http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee208/whoaitsmisa/haters-gonna-hate.jpg
))
*the last kiss they shared left him feeling slightly in a daze and lightheaded... if things kept going this way he might start walking with a limp and before he realized it he was being pulled over towards the bar*
Oi oi, chotto matte! I'm way better at getting drunk than serving drinks. *then he heard the last part of what Amy said and stopped resisting and said nervously* I'm not so good at being in front of a crowd, but I'll give it a try (´・ω・`)
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:36 pm
Amy sat Thistle down on the floor behind the bar, went and washed her hands even though Thistle seemed to remain completely clean as a pegasus. That was a nice bonus. Well, if she got in the mud or something, then she obviously needed a bath. Usually, Amy just gave her a bath because it was fun. It was nice to have a permanently clean pet, though.
Amy went to grab the Ziplock bag that had treats in it out of her pocket for Velcore, but her eyes caught the mirror above the sink and she finally got a good look at herself. She gasped and looked at herself in horror. She raised her hands and hovered them just at the sides of her head.
"My... MY HAIR!!"
She brought her hands down to her 'clothes' and fumbled with them. They were burnt and tattered!
"Oh my God! Kai, why didn't you say anything, especially about my hair?! The storm did THIS to me?! Woah!"
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:42 pm
(( rofl Thanks for that, Kai. blaugh ))
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Chef_Karrie rolled 5 6-sided dice:
4, 3, 5, 2, 1
Total: 15 (5-30)
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:43 pm
Match my hair, hmm? I think I will investigate later on. *looks up when Amy starts freaking out about her hair and studies her a little closer* Your hair isn't so bad, Amy. I think it actually looks pretty good. At least it's not green. sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:45 pm
((Pretends this is the Steal an Item game and lassos damey's batman)) twisted
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:49 pm
{{Woah! I didn't see your post, Kai. I'm not used to you posting that fast. I love it! biggrin }}
Amy was nearly hyperventilating. How had this happened?! She had just been focusing on the wind. Psyzapp mentioned that there might have been electricity in the storm and Kai said that there could be some adverse reactions to elements that were opposite to a person's natural element. Both were possibilities. Maybe it was a mixture of both.
She heard Karrie behind her and she let her eyes meet his in the mirror. She studied him for a moment, trying to judge his sincerity. When she didn't see any falseness in his demeanor, she slowly allowed a small smile to appear on her face in gratitude. Then, she nodded to Karrie.
"Ok... Maybe I can get used to this for awhile. You're right, Karrie. It doesn't look that bad. Thanks."
She then sighed and turned to smile at Kai encouragingly. Time to focus on something else, something more positive.
"Well, Kai, why don't we start with something small?"
She reached into a pocket in her burned outfit. When her fingers brushed against a Ziplock bag, she sighed in relief and pulled it out. The brownies were now somewhat crisp on the top. It might actually taste interesting that way. Maybe Velcore would like this change.
She took out one brownie to start off with and gave it to Kai. Then, she nodded to Velcore. "You can serve Velcore, if you want, sweetie."
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:49 pm
I do so hope you do... -looks up and fingers a lock of Karrie's hair- I like green... -stifles a yawn and eyes the brownies Amy just put on the bar- Oh my goodness, I must be going. -looks over at Velcore and gives him a stern look- Don't even THINK about touching that brownie, mister. YOU are still in trouble! mad -turns back to Karrie and kisses him gently and then exits the bar, waving good night to everyone.-
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:55 pm
{{Was.... was that teacher voice? ninja }}
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Chef_Karrie rolled 5 6-sided dice:
3, 6, 5, 3, 1
Total: 18 (5-30)
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:56 pm
I'll see you later on. *returns Dame's kiss* Good night, Dame. *looks up at Amy* Sorry, Amy. Velcore can't have any sweets for a while. He's being punished.
*sighs*
((Probably was, Tes.))
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:59 pm
(( rofl -laughs- Not quite, dear. Though, I almost had to bring out the teacher voice earlier on the little boy from downstairs. He kept saying shut up to his momma and then said shut up to me. I eyed him then walked slowly but purposefully towards him, giving him the look still. He backed up slowly and ended up running into a chair and sitting down, saying "No," in a quiet scared/small voice and then "Don't hit me". rofl He thought I was gonna pop him or spank him. Bet he felt relieved when I just talked to him and scared the living day lights outta him! rofl xd ))
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Intellectual Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 10:00 pm
*makes his way up to the main bar followed by Tes, but this time he manages to get Tes to do the security scans. It takes a bit longer that way, but he hopes that if Tes becomes more accustomed to it, then perhaps he will not have to do it as often himself. As he enters the main area, he smiles and waves at the patrons* Vendui' riluss~ 4laugh
*walks over to the counter and has a seat on one of the middle stools*
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