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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 0:49:32 GMT
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HIT ME.
Whoever decided that these places needed to be smoke-free needed to be shot. Talia's turn at the black-jack table was taking longer than she'd anticipated it would, and the stress of losing a bit of money would have been easier to take if she'd had a cigarette to go with it. Like bad sex. Still, she absently stirred her mixed drink as she looked at the cards in hand, her tattoo partially covered by the black t-shirt that she'd elected to wear out for her night off. There was something about the city lights and the atmosphere of these Dagos casinos that allowed her to block of steam, even if she was blowing a couple hundred bucks to do it.
Besides, it allowed her to keep an eye on the criminal scene in Felici's sister city. A lot of her persons of interest seemed to show up in these places, and it was always good to confirm that they hadn't yet been murdered by some competitor or angry customer. In times like this, things like that were all too common. Lost in her thoughts as she was, it took her a second to realize that the dealer was speaking.
"Ma'am?" he asked, raising his overly bushy eyebrows at her.
She examined the eight and six in her hand and looked up at him with a lazy sip of her drink. These tables didn't have particularly high stakes, but this dealer acted as if she was about to bet her life on it, rather than a couple of twenties. Her fingers twitched nervously, and she grit her teeth as she again wished for a cigarette. The lack of nicotine was giving her a headache, and making her even worse-tempered than usual.
"Hit me," she said, her fingers tapping on the green fabric of the table. "Come on, I don't have all day."
He gave her another card, which slid lazily across the table before she pulled it to herself with her fingers and looked at it. Damn, a four. She couldn't go any higher without busting, and she had no doubt that the smug looking bastard at the other end of the table had something good. Still, she said nothing, her face giving nothing away. She gambled with her life often enough as a cop that something like this didn't really faze her. Still, the thought of losing a few hour's wages was enough to ruin anyone's cheerful mood.
If she'd had one to begin with.
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Aug 27, 2016 16:53:02 GMT
 Post"Wicked" Aiden GarnetteA snide, self-satisfied grin spread across silver-lined features, laid back against a rather un-comfy chair. Fortune seemed to have worked in his favor this round as he had an Ace and a Nine in-hand. There was little need to worry since it seemed the house wouldn't be getting Blackjack or a twenty in turn. Still though, it looked like he was going to one-up the woman also seated around the table.
A slender, dark-haired woman coming in at a bit under his own height. She was easy on the eyes in this somewhat poorly lit place and sexy in all the right areas to boot, though right now seemed quite lost in her own thoughts until the snappy dealer brought her back to her senses to continue the game. Looking with lustrous cerulean eyes at first, he hadn't decided exactly what to make of her. The half-visible tattoo and on-edge attitude made him think of what Magi themselves wore and gave him moments of pause. She also seemed more guarded and throughout the night he decided it would be best to just send teasing comments her way whenever he saw fit as surrogates for his outward impatience while harassing one of the passing employees for a drink. It was what he was always good at.
"What's up? Something got stuck in your loose craw already or did that hit not do you much good? Well, out with it then. I don't have all day." he teased at the sight of her shivering, wriggling fingers. Aiden could easily make out the telltale symptoms of nicotine withdraw, but he thought it would be better just to jab and tease her about it like this. When it was his turn, he signaled with his left hand for a stay while the dealer with the bushy eyebrows house drew up to reveal an eight and a four.
Aiden kept his trademark grin as he turned around for a moment in waiting for the drink he had ordered. There were a few others playing in the more high-stakes casino games while many different varieties of people pandered around the machines or shuffled their cards at the tables. The young girl that had hurried off to fetch his drink was nowhere to be seen. "Tch. These places could do with some better service." he sighed aloud before turning back to the table for the next round, "I hate being kept waiting."
Note: Not the longest post, but Aiden being snarky.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 17:48:00 GMT
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Too bad tempered people, money, and alcohol. What could possibly go wrong?
Talia stared at her cards for a few moments, trying to decide what to do. The only cards that could save her hand were either a three or an Ace, and she highly doubted that her luck was that good. Her fingers twitched nervously on the fabric, and she clenched her hand into a fist to stop it. It felt unnatural to be doing nothing with her fingers, and there weren't enough peanuts left in her bowl to account for how long it would take to finish her hand. When the man to her left spoke, she shifted her maroon eyes over to him and held his stare with a coldness that reflected her agitation at not being able to smoke.
"Stuff it, motormouth," she said shortly.
She stayed on the dealer's next round, which left her and the silver-haired man as the last two in the game. Oh, whatever. He would win, she supposed, but on the off chance that he was bluffing, she would stay in the game. She looked up at the dealer, glaring at him as if he could magically switch her cards, or as if he had purposefully sabotaged her hand. Or maybe he had been the one to post the signs that said she couldn't smoke. It was doubtful, but how many of the lawmakers could she really glare at?
She put her cards on the table to reveal her hand, which equaled 18. It was an okay number, but rarely one that actually won the round. If she was smart, she would just pull out and leave with her minor losses. She turned her stare over to the silver-haired man to see if she'd lost. From his body language, which was hardly subtle, she was pretty sure that she had.
Once he put his cards down, she sighed heavily and took the last of her chips. Scooping them into her small bag, she made for one of the cash-in booths. People parted around her, as if she was much taller and bulkier than she really was. With her drink still in hand, she waited for the woman to count out the money, leaning against the counter. Her glare kept most of the strangers away. She rolled her eyes and took another sip as she spotted the silver-haired fellow again. He was damn good at cards, she had to admit. Not that she would ever tell him.
"Ma'am?" the attendant said, getting her attention. "Here's your receipt."
"Where is the closest smoking area?" Talia asked, trying her best to make her tone even.
The woman pointed at the nearest exit, and Talia began muttering vehemently to herself as she put the money in her wallet.
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Aug 28, 2016 21:00:31 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette When all was said and done, he'd added a pretty sum to his coffers from the game winnings, but the real exchange was a cold stare inflicted upon him by the tattooed woman. He could brush it off, letting his smirk die on his lips while the game continued. The coldness was evident in her over-the-edge attitude and verbal, icy barb directed at him, but he continued to play the hand just as his drink arrived and he took a nice long draft from the glass. As the blush worked its way slightly into his cheeks, Aiden mused to himself about what to make of it if the fit woman across the table. Whether she was a Magi or not, he decided not to think about it for the time being.
It was easy to see they would be the last ones playing and that he would inevitably walk away with the greater amount in his pockets. That was a relief, considering he wouldn't need to worry now about feeling the burn from hunger. Once the cards had been gathered up, the woman with the tattoo was quick to leave the table and make for front-and-center to cash out. His first instinct was to let her go and turn back towards the card table, but then a curious thought struck him. Turning around and watching her stride away, Aiden couldn't help the pang that stuck in him. Although it might have just been the draft of alcohol afflicting his mind, something about the way she'd addressed him with cold fire was actually tempting him to know and poke her more.
With a deep sigh, Aiden gathered up his belongings and chips and got up from the table to walk down the center towards the front of the building. With his height and vision, it was simple enough to catch her standing by and depositing the money from cashing out in her wallet. He hurried through the gaps in the tables, smirking at a few people for little apparent reason, "Wait a seccond! I need to ask you some things!" he said, accidentally biting his tongue in mid-sentence.
Walking up and putting the chips from his bag onto the counter and watching the attendant count them out. He admittedly stumbled a little bit from having his large frame still have a so-so sense of balance from the alcohol. "Mind if we talk? You play a good game of cards... I just wanted to talk with you a bit more and maybe get to know you."
He followed along as she exited the building, holding his prize winnings with a bit of a crimson blush in his features brought on by the buzz he was feeling.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 22:41:31 GMT
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Playing hard to get doesn't always mean you're welcome to try.
Talia could only stare at the man for a few long seconds as he spoke, her eyes cold and flat. She dealt with a lot of unwanted attention from men, which was somewhat confusing because she wasn't exactly the friendliest person in the world. For all that men said that they loved a girl's smile, a good number of them seemed to prefer an angry scowl, if their behavior was any indicator. Not bothering to say anything in reply, she looked down at the winnings the man had accumulated. The money would be the only way he'd be getting lucky tonight, she decided. He was cute, sorta, in an effeminate way, but she really only had eyes for guys that were a bit more solid. This one was tall, but he looked like he was made of beanstalks.
Brushing past him, she felt around her jacket pocket for her pack of cigarettes and kicked one up with her thumb as she walked out the double doors. Holding the cigarette between her index and middle finger, she lit up as soon as the doors swung shut. The mint-scented smoke earned her a hard stare from the stuffy old woman who waddled past, clutching her purse close to her side as if the cigarette made Talia a purse-snatcher. The off-duty cop smirked at her and put the cigarette to her lips, pulling the smoke into her lungs and sighing deeply in relief.
"Oh, thank the gods," she groaned, closing her eyes and turning her face toward the darkening sky.
Evening was falling in Dagos, and that meant that she had a couple of hours before she would have to catch the train back home. Already a little on the tipsy side, Talia knew that it probably wasn't a good idea to go to a bar, but where else would be open at this time of night? She could try to catch a show at one of the numerous casinos in the area, but anyone worth seeing usually were sold out in advance. Besides, she'd been a cop for too long, and that meant that her long hours were eating into her ability to stay in touch with pop culture. Who was even popular these days? And if they were popular, did that mean that the were good, or just that someone online had decided that they were good?
Putting her free hand in her pocket, she took a few steps and leaned against the brick wall. The laws said that she couldn't smoke within fifteen feet of a door, so she stood a good twenty away. Annoying as it was, the last thing she needed was to be ticketed for trying to catch a smoke. Again.
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Aug 31, 2016 22:18:04 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette Aiden was a bit surprised that the woman brushed him off and just broke past him like he was some kind of poisonous influence. The casino did stink though and he probably reeked from the stench of smoke and alcohol. Still though, he paid the snub little mind as he waited the moment it took for the clerk to hand back his bag with the prize money he had won. It wasn't any substantial amount, but would pad his food budget and put away some in case of any emergency. His balance was a little lessened by the drink, but he was only buzzed from the single drink. Lucky him for choosing not to down more than a single glass.
Dusk was setting in quickly. Aiden left right away, heading out the front door of the Casino and looking around for the woman in the quickly fading light. He passed a heavy-set, balding man on his way out the door, sliding past him quickly before gripping and pushing the metal handle outwards. He looked both left and right for the woman, figuring she might have already walked far off. Surprisingly though, she wasn't far off and was happily smoking a cigarette and seemingly caught in her own thoughts. The scent of smoke wafting toward him though made him swipe at the air to clear it away while a risque smirk touched the corners of his lips.
"I thought I had you pegged for a heavy smoker. Your hands at the table were shaking like crazy. I thought you might be having a nervous breakdown." he pointed out bluntly, talking aloud so she brought his attention back to him. He stood away from her, wary of the magi-like tattoo on her shoulder and his thoughts surrounding the woman. If she was indeed a Magi, it was in his best interest to give her some of the respect he had in him, but that didn't mean he was going to pull his punches. If she was a Hunter or someone of that sort, then he was sure to be on his guard too. Even while mildly inebriated, he was still wary of being in this section of Dagos.
"Hold on for just a moment please. I just have a couple questions for you; some things that I couldn't ask you this around the table." he pleaded, holding up both of his hands passively. "I'm not here to fight you; only to ask about that tattoo on your shoulder. I recognized it from a few others I'd seen before. Tell me; where did you get it?"
Note: XDDD Do not worry. Aiden doesn't bite and secretly he wouldn't even try to "pay" for Talia. The reason for that has yet to be revealed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 23:21:06 GMT
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THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING.
Pulling the cigarette from her lips, she exhaled slowly, staring him down with a definitely-not-impressed face. Had he really followed her out here? She hadn't figured him for being interested enough to put forth that kind of effort, but she supposed she should never underestimate the determination of a cocky asshole.
"Oh good," she commented, tapping the thin length of the cig with her finger to get rid of the ashes. "It's you. Don't you have anyone else to bother?"
She ignored her comment about her smoking habits. It wasn't as if she didn't know that smoking was bad for you. Everyone, it seemed, had an opinion about it. Her mother and sister, in particular, were always on her back about quitting. Sure, become a cop in one of the most dangerous and corrupt cities in the world, and they're all proud of you. Go right ahead and get shot at. But God forbid she should smoke. It was an annoyance that she'd come to terms with a long time, and it fell squarely under the heading of no one else's business.
She only glanced at him for a short moment as he continued talking, and she took another pull from the cigarette as she considered whether or not to answer his question. He hadn't tried to move closer, bully on him. It meant he wouldn't be going home with a broken nose, and she wouldn't be getting any angry phone calls in the morning. It saved everyone time and aggravation. Besides, it wasn't as if she was going anywhere. She might as well chat with him. It was how she always managed to have intel on the street level, anyway. Who knew, maybe he would have some useful intel. Stranger things had happened.
"My tattoo artist works out of a little place on 42nd Street called 'Volchitsa,'" Talia answered, glancing over at the pattern on her shoulder. "It means, 'she-wolf.' But I assume you are asking about the design, not my artist."
Considering how many xenophobes she'd run into around these parts, maybe it was better not to say anything, but she was proud of her heritage and the warriors that she was descended from. The people in this country would have to take her or leave her, but she wouldn't pretend to be someone else. Besides, her accent tended to give her away, so it wasn't as if she was hiding anything by not telling him.
"It is a design from my mother's country, Fokradiin," she said, flashing him a smile that was a cross between proud and dangerous. "It means 'warrior.'"
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Sept 1, 2016 1:07:22 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette Aiden straightened out, passing a mildly saddened gaze down upon the unkind girl like he was looking at a broken puzzle he was still intent on solving even if it meant death or perhaps getting on her nerves more likely. He was honestly curious for a change and still thought she was a damn good looker, but her edgy attitude and his own ego were pushing him to continue his teasing and prodding. It wasn't like him to be curious like this though. The tattoo and her behavior over the table were points of intrigue no doubt, but he felt like there was something more to be gained from listening further.
"I could go bother someone else, but I don't think I would learn half as much." he said with an earnest chuckle, even
His own background was unknown. He had never asked his own father about their heritage, probably because he had grown to hate him too much while they were living in Dagos and the man had spent many of his days in an intoxicated state. He didn't know his mother's place of origin either, so he had always assumed his family had always resided in this country. He stayed rooted in his spot, taking a quick moment to glance off to the sides where the people either seemed to be heading into the casino or going down the aisle where there were more drinks and fun to be had in the second district of Dagos. There was a swirl of motion off to the edges of his peripheral vision, making him feel a tiny bit sick, more perhaps from something he had eaten rather then the draft of alcohol he had consumed. His stomach heaved a bit for a moment but then was gone in the next.
"Oh, So that's what it means. If you ask me though, you don't look like much of a warrior. With that smile, more like a nice mantle on a hunter's trophy wall." Letting the comment linger in the air, Aiden carefully slid down the middle railing of the stairs and swaggered onto the cemented ground beneath. Even while buzzed, he still had enough coordination in him to accomplish that. "It's a nice tattoo I admit. I even thought perhaps it was magic when I saw it which was why I asked. But if that's all it means, then tell me where exactly you see yourself as a warrior."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 22:11:15 GMT
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Don't press the button. Do not.
Talia's smile subsided to a smirk as he responded, and she took another drag of the slowly shrinking cigarette, enjoying the cool mint against her sinuses for a long moment before she exhaled again, looking away from him. Strange though the man was, and far from her cup of tea, she wasn't an asshole, to blow the smoke in his face. Instead, she watched the white smoke drift upward in the darkening sky, holding the thin stick between her fingers. Once she finished it, she decided, she was going to find a way to excuse herself from his company. Like a number of people, he had based his interest in her on false assumptions. It was simply too much to ask that he would leave her alone as a result.
When she glanced back at him, he looked almost as if he was going to be sick, but then he seemed to get over it. Good. The last thing she needed was for some stranger to puke all over her boots. She knew from unfortunate experience that it was hard to get vomit out of boots.
At his observation, she gave him a sour look. It was getting old to be continuously compared to a Magi. She had nothing against them, but in her opinion, she had almost nothing in common with her. So she had a sweet-ass tattoo and unusual colored eyes? It wasn't as if Magi had the market cornered on either of those things. Besides, it was his skeptical tone that she found the most annoying, considering that he looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over. Even if she wasn't the tallest person in the world, she was very capable of defending herself. Her mother had made sure of that. Most of her marksmanship wasn't something she picked up in the Academy, and her unpaid bouncer position was something that wouldn't have been possible without her mother's tutelage.
"Unless you piss me off, that's none of your business," she answered tartly, folding her arms. "Why do you care, anyway? Thought you were looking for a drunken one-night stand. Not that you'll ever find one with me."
Never one to mince words, Talia got in trouble a lot at the Precinct for saying exactly what was on her mind. She couldn't help it, really. Politics didn't really matter much to her, and she had to keep too many secrets on the job to have patience for anything of the sort on her days off. Besides, from what her mother had said, the Fokradiin people tended to be much more up front with their feelings than these Ethean sorts.
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Sept 17, 2016 17:16:11 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette So much for curiosity. Aiden observed and let the looks of disdain pass by without a comment, watching the puffs of smoke drift into the mourning black sky. He leaned over the railing he had just slid down, limbering over it with his elbow to pass most of his gaze over the streets and then once over the curious woman. He didn't feel like she was threatening or intimidating. To Aiden's keen hunter-resembling eye, she looked capable and probably pretty strong, reminiscent of some female hunters (one in particular). From what he knew though, they were probably in much better shape.
When she brought up having a "drunken one-night stand" Aiden heartily laughed upfront and tried to waive it off, though the comment made him feel like a deer caught in headlights. He laughed in just an effort to wash away the pain. So much for compassion and curiosity; they certainly weren't getting him anywhere here so he may as well just poke fun at the snuffing woman.
He wasn't near drunk enough to admit that he'd never even had a girlfriend, let alone had knowledge of the aftermath, though he had no qualms playing the hardball womanizer in epic fashion. "If I was looking for a drunken one-nighter, I would've asked the waitress back in the casino; her butt looked like it could go way farther than yours." Aiden stated matter-of-factly with a cheshire grin and a dash of sarcasm laced in his voice like dripping honey.
"I may even go and do that later, but right now I just wanted to stand here and watch you smoke that cigarette to death. I cared because you seemed interesting, played cards well, and I wanted the chance to relax and maybe poke and prod you a little more. Hmph. That was the case if you didn't mind."
He broke away afterwards to dry heave and nurse the mild amount of nausea in his head. He maybe had gotten a bit too lightheaded from the drink or maybe he was having a spell. It broke after a moment and his temples stopped pounding, "Now though I don't mind pissing you off. Because you're the one who pissed me off by thinking I was just going to try and bed you like some con man off the street. Give me a break. I'm not that weak-minded, even if you think I am. Unless you make me really angry, then all bets are off the table and my dear... nothing good will come of that."
Note: "Don't Press the Button. Do Not" *Face-flops all over the keyboard and then stomps on the emergency button.*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 20:42:14 GMT
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I think it's safe to say that these two won't be fast friends any time soon.
Snorting at his initial remark, she rolled her eyes. She would never understand why men felt like they had to insult women when they were turned down. Was it some kind of touchy ego thing, to make them feel better about their failure?
Whatever the reason, she felt her respect for him drop even lower than it had been initially. Yeah, he was really going for ground-zero on that one, and getting there fast. Finishing off her cigarette, she took a few steps over and extinguished it in the ash tray on top of the trashcan, grinding the butt into the gritty sand. She flicked the last of the butt into the trash can and sighed.
The drunk was trying his best to throw up on the sidewalk, but wasn't quite managing to get there. She hadn't wagered on spending her evening babysitting a drunkard, especially one that had a bit of a mouth on him. If he got really annoying, she could call the captain and report him for public intoxication, but she didn't really feel the urge to call her boss on her night off. It would eat up the rest of her time, and even worse, she'd have to do the paperwork on it. Still... she was starting to pity the idiot. She'd been throw-up drunk before, and it always led to the worst hangovers. Maybe she should make sure he wasn't about to keel over from alcohol poisoning or something...
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said, ignoring whatever he was saying. "Look, are you gonna be okay?"
Hard-assed as she could be, it would have been lying to say that she didn't care about other people. Unlike a lot of cops, she had joined the force because she genuinely wanted to help people, even when those very people didn't think too much of her. With her heritage, and her lack of desire to "play ball" as the term went, she was getting pretty used to doing her job despite hostility from all sides. She could handle hostility, no matter how stupid and ill-founded it really was...
"I can call you a cab or something, if you need it," she offered, folding her arms and examining him carefully.
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Sept 27, 2016 4:15:03 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette The snort got him twitching his eyebrows. What he had said was honestly what was on his mind, though it seemed like the treatment it received was anything but what he had expected. He'd been interested in killing a few minutes, but that didn't seem like it was liable to happen. It almost felt like her gaze itself rebuffed him sternly and without mercy, though that didn't really faze him. It was still like staring at a puzzle, one that he was figuring wasn't solvable by him, so he may as well prompt it a little.
Outright ignoring him was admittedly tempting him to actually walk over and slap the woman if he weren't capable of keeping control of his emotions right now and his breath wasn't caught in his throat. He staggered for a few moments, loosening himself up as his temples pulsed.
Perhaps the blood had gone to his head a little bit too much? He'd only had one drink, but Aiden could tell from the way he was sweating and that his heartbeat was a bit on the heavy side. Had he been sitting too long and gotten lightheaded? Was there something in the drink or in the casino? A reassuring voice sounding in his ear helped and made him feel a bit better to hear her offer a ride from a taxi, "Thanks, I'm alright though. Maybe a bug or something in that place got to me a little." he offered, shifting around a little bit to maybe ease a bit of the sensation.
He did appreciate the gesture the woman gave, even if Aiden was now fully aware of the loathing that was emanating off their conversation. It seemed obvious that he was more of an annoyance, which was enough for Aiden to continue keeping his distance. That wouldn't stop him from adapting to speak his mind at the very least, once the former hunter regained himself, "So you gamble, smoke, and don't really much like talking. If that's the case, then how about we have another match?"
It wasn't like like he had anything else in mind at the moment and standing around was starting to be a bit boring. "You're a warrior and a fighter I take it so this should occupy your time if smoking is all you have thought out for the next hour. Since I won the card game, I'll leave the challenge up to you. How about it? Still feeling a little lucky?"
Note: XD Fast friends wasn't really on my list. I was hoping Aiden could prod Talia into more powerful reactions but it seems that won't be happening. Still though, I have a couple ideas left.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 21:34:31 GMT
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Oh, put me out of my misery, this thread is a muse killer.
Talia looked at him as if he was a mildly confusing television program. He was still trying not to be sick, he didn't want a cab, and he still thought that it was a good idea to challenge her to a contest? Even if he was just going for a card game, he really needed to go home and lie down. What did he think he was going to prove by trying to beat her again, anyway? She couldn't exactly afford to go hemorrhaging any more of her paycheck, and even if she did win, it would be beating someone who wasn't at the top of their game. What fun was that? Rolling her eyes at the sky, she shook her head at him in refusal.
"Dude, just go home," she said. "I'm not interested in watching you vomit all over yourself."
Fighting the urge to take another cigarette from her pocket, she instead put her hands into her jacket pockets to occupy her fingers. The time was blinking on a digital billboard a few dozen stories above, and she knew that she didn't really need to go anywhere for a while, but she just wanted to be rid of this strange man, who had already beaten her at cards once. It put her in a sour mood when she lost, but not sour enough that she was about to start something with him. Hell, she had gotten in trouble from her Captain for barfighting too many times this month already.
With the decision made, she straightened her jacket and glanced down the street.
"Anyway, I think I'm gonna head out," she said. "Good luck with... just good luck."
Without another word, she turned and headed toward the bright blinking lights of downtown. Surely, there were more pleasant diversions there, that would keep her occupied until she had to catch the last bus home. Hopefully, they wouldn't include any more drunk-and-disorderlies, or any other kinds of phone calls to her boss that would ruin her night. Her sister had always said that the hardest part of being a Hunter was the fact that you were never off-duty, and that was something that the Hunter's Guild had in common with the Police.
She gave no more thought to the strange man, becoming lost in her own world.
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