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capeandcowllogs2009-11-30 03:33 pm
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One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila... [Active]
WHO: Marc and Domino
WHERE: Some bar what sells drinks, idk.
WHEN: Backdated! Sunday night. After their, uh, forth or fifth shot of whiskey.
WARNINGS: They're getting sloshed together. Who knows what's gonna happen!?
SUMMARY: It's been a crazy week. Domino and Marc (or Jake?) get together for drinks to discuss love lives, robots, and razzle fraggin' stupid City.
FORMAT: Quickpara!
"...So then she started saying all this stuff about how she didn't want any more late night calls, and I stabbed her knife with a table--I mean, knife. Stabbed table with knife. And then she got up and left! With that teenager around her arm. Can you imagine that?"
Marc didn't know how long he'd been talking about Marlene. Probably too long... how did it even get started? He couldn't even remember when they started drinking... an hour? Half an hour? Two hours? He wondered if maybe he should let Domino talk about... Wire, or Cable or whatever his name was. The mutant guy. Yeah, definitely her turn to talk. Was he still a robot? No, wait, that stuff was cured last Saturday... these were details that Marc needed to sort out.
"...Anyway, after we sorted that crap out, we were kind of, sort of seeing each other. Then I had to blow town, 'cause of Osborn." Another swig of whiskey, down the hatch. And then he turned to Domino. "So, uh. This Cable guy. He's not still a robot, is he? You gonna have a, uh, some kind of... talking thing?"
Talking thing. Marc was not an eloquent speaker under the influence.
WHERE: Some bar what sells drinks, idk.
WHEN: Backdated! Sunday night. After their, uh, forth or fifth shot of whiskey.
WARNINGS: They're getting sloshed together. Who knows what's gonna happen!?
SUMMARY: It's been a crazy week. Domino and Marc (or Jake?) get together for drinks to discuss love lives, robots, and razzle fraggin' stupid City.
FORMAT: Quickpara!
"...So then she started saying all this stuff about how she didn't want any more late night calls, and I stabbed her knife with a table--I mean, knife. Stabbed table with knife. And then she got up and left! With that teenager around her arm. Can you imagine that?"
Marc didn't know how long he'd been talking about Marlene. Probably too long... how did it even get started? He couldn't even remember when they started drinking... an hour? Half an hour? Two hours? He wondered if maybe he should let Domino talk about... Wire, or Cable or whatever his name was. The mutant guy. Yeah, definitely her turn to talk. Was he still a robot? No, wait, that stuff was cured last Saturday... these were details that Marc needed to sort out.
"...Anyway, after we sorted that crap out, we were kind of, sort of seeing each other. Then I had to blow town, 'cause of Osborn." Another swig of whiskey, down the hatch. And then he turned to Domino. "So, uh. This Cable guy. He's not still a robot, is he? You gonna have a, uh, some kind of... talking thing?"
Talking thing. Marc was not an eloquent speaker under the influence.