| 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: Sat Aug 07, 2010 9:43 pm
*Leaving the bottle on the counter in front of Kat, she slips in to the shadows her eyes growing redder as she slips away.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 9:44 pm
She looks at Brat with sad eyes.
"Pissed? I don't know how to feel, Brat. I don't sleep with married men! At least not knowingly! Dammit, I know Dec and I aren't seeing each other exclusively....but still....he's dame's HUSBAND?"
She downs her drink and grabs the bottle from Brat, refilling her glass.
"And he told me when I was still technically with Showcase that he "doesn't poach", Pft!" She uses her fingers to make quote marks in the air. "What the hell?!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 9:50 pm
She glances around and sees that Brat has disappeared and isn't there anymore. Shrugging her shoulders, she sips her vodka and tries to keep angry tears from falling. That one the one thing she hated about her emotions....she gets mad enough, she cries. stare
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 9:51 pm
*Hears a response from the shadows, sighs.* Pissed ain't the half of it. Frickin liars, kind I get every time. By the way, if you meet a man from Eastern Europe, they tend to wear a silver band on their right hand, rather than a gold one on the left. stare
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 9:53 pm
She hears Brat's reply, and feels a bit comforted that she isn't completely alone.
"Pft, I'll keep that in mind. I've half a mind to swear off men at this point...." She sips her drink and wipes at her eyes again, grabbing a napkin to blow her nose.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 9:55 pm
*She sits down in the shadow, out of sight. Damn men anyway. Why she'd sworn off them a decade ago.* Men suck.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 9:59 pm
*pokes his head in just in time to hear "men suck" and lifts an eyebrow*
er... excuse me if I'm interrupting anything, but I heard something about a party around here...
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:00 pm
*Her voice comes from the shadows.* Out back
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:06 pm
*glances around the room a little bit then shrugs and heads out back*
Thanks...
*slips back out quietly and starts walking around the building*
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:06 pm
*She sits in the shadows, her eyes glowing red as she lets her mind wander. Perhaps now would be a good time to go see what those damn Russians are up to. If for no other reason, target practice sounds good. evil *
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:08 pm
She was about to turn and answer the person asking about the party when she heard Brat tell them where it was located.
"Dammit, Brat, what the hell's wrong with me? Why can't I find a somewhat normal guy to spend time with? One who's single, preferably..... stare "
She sips her drink, staring straight in front of her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:11 pm
*She finally gets up and comes out from the shadows, reaching up for another bottle.* I don't know, Kat. I try to believe it's not us, is must be them... but hell, why don't we see it coming? Whatever it is, if you find a cure, how about letting me in on it? *She shakes her head sadly.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:15 pm
(( ninja And not your brother, as well! rofl rofl rofl I love you Kat!!))
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:15 pm
She sighs loudly.
"If it wasn't for the fact that I've got these theme parties to take care of for the anniversary parties, I think I'd suggest you and I go see some of our Russian friends."
She frowns as she finished her drink. She gets up, wobbling just a bit, and goes to get some more ice for her drink before adding some more vodka. She makes her way back to her seat and sits down again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:17 pm
Russians, pfft. *Her eyes narrow.* Yes, I was thinking a little target practice might be in order. *She fills her drink glass.*
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