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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 6, 2003 23:57:31 GMT -4
OOC: love the title? *g*
Christine clung close to Gambit as they sped down the roads - intent on going to some place that served a decent pint of whatever alcoholic(SP) beverage they could get. "Can't you just give me a hint as to where we're headed?" she asked, begging for a little clue as to where they were headed.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 7, 2003 0:07:04 GMT -4
Gambit chuckled as Christine asked him, yet again, where they were going.
“Can’t say it be de nicest place in town, but it’ll serve de purpose!” he replied, raising his voice so it could be heard over the roaring engine, and howling winds.
Minutes later, Gambit slowed to a stop outside a bar called “The Purple Grasshopper.”<br>
“Don’ ask ‘bout de name, unless you wanna hear Lyle’s sob story,” he said, removing his helmet.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 7, 2003 0:15:33 GMT -4
"The Purple... Grasshopper," Christine repeated as she removed her helmet. "Can't say that's the strangest name I've heard. Altho, I do miss my Greenmantle. One of the best pubs in Scotland," she said, smiling. "Shall we go in?"
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Post by Gambit on Dec 7, 2003 12:00:27 GMT -4
Stuffing his keys in his pocket, Remy motioned for Christine to go ahead.
“After you, petite,” he replied, before following her in.
There were only a few patrons scattered about the bar, seeing that it wasn’t near the peak hour yet. Behind the bar stood a weary looking man of average build, with prematurely graying and receding hair.
“Remy! Well, you’re a sight for very sore eyes!” the man said smiling, though his voice wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic as he tried to make it sound.
“Bonjour, Lyle!” Remy greeted, as he flopped down on one of the bar stools. “Why don’ you give me one o’ whatever you got on de tap, an’ de femme whatever she wants.”<br>
“And I suspect this is to be put on your tab?” the man asked slyly.
“I believe my last payment was enough ta cover de existin’ tab, as well as whatever we put on it t’day, mon ami,” Remy returned. The bartender burst out laughing at Remy’s answer.
“Right you are!” he laughed, before turning his attention to Christine. Taking one look at her, he looked back at Remy. “This one is a little young for you, isn’t she, Remy? You sure she’s legal?”<br>
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 7, 2003 12:10:16 GMT -4
Christine pulled out her cards, and passed them over to the bartender. "All legal, Ah believe," she murmured softly.
She looked at the selection. "Ah dinnae suppose ye carry Glenfiddich," she asked, hoping one of her preferred brands of whisky (Scottish whisky) was availible here.
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Post by taeladragonfox on Dec 7, 2003 16:01:47 GMT -4
Taela stood outside the bar. Her black leather duster covered everything except a glimpse of her black boots. She looked up a t the sign.
Interesting. Well, if I want anything I can't look this young
She quickly morphed her form so that she appeared older than her actual 20 years, to anyone who saw her she appeared to be 25 or so. She smiled and entered the bar. Looking around, she slid into a seat next to a man and a young-looking girl at the bar. She heard the mentioning of "Glenfiddich" and smiled. She patiently waited for the bartender to check the girl's cards before piping in,
"If you've got stuff that good, I'll have a bit of it, too. If not, something with a bit of fire to it." She tapped her long gold nails on the bar.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 7, 2003 16:12:47 GMT -4
Christine looked over and pulled her jacket closer. She looked tired, and felt much much older then her sixteen years. 'I think I lost my sanity somewhere in the sands of time.'
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Post by taeladragonfox on Dec 7, 2003 16:49:24 GMT -4
Taela looked over and flashed one of her big, goofy grins.
"Hey, what's got you down in dumps? You can't enjoy good whiskey without a smile." She extended her hand, revealing a stylized dragon and fox running down her arm. "Name's Taela. Friends call me Dragonfox."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 7, 2003 17:00:16 GMT -4
"Christine MacTaggert," Christine said, shaking the offered hand. "It's just been a long couple of days. Almost too long." She shook her head. "Tell ya the truth, I rather be in the Greenmantle. Yanks' whisky is too watered down."
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Post by taeladragonfox on Dec 7, 2003 17:07:55 GMT -4
"Yeah, tell me about it. I haven't found a decent drink 'round here yet. I'm going to have to have my friends ship me in some good stuff. I don't know how y'all can stand all this crap stuff." She shook Christine's hand briskly and let go. "Well, we all have long days. I'd rather be back in Delaware with my mare and friends. Had a friend who's dad owned a bar. Let us drink if we came in the back, and always had the good stuff. Family in Ireland who always sent over a big box for the bar and a good bit for us. I used to get a bottle of Glenfiddich for Christmas every year. It was great. God I miss that stuff." She smiled. "Now I've got to find some bloody institution where I have a feeling I'm not going to be able to keep my alcohol in my room, but at least there will be some new people to prank."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 7, 2003 17:12:01 GMT -4
"Glenfiddich is the nectar of the gods of ale," Christine said. "I wish I was back home in Scotland. Barhopping is so much fun there," she grinned. "Of course, if my Da here knew what I did when I go home for summers... I think he'd tan mah hide."
She paused a moment. "Institution? It wulnae be the Xavier Skale fer the Gifted yer lookin' fer?"
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Post by taeladragonfox on Dec 7, 2003 17:16:47 GMT -4
"Yup. That's the place. 'Course, I hadn't heard of it before my mom got a call from some dude saying that they wanted me to go there. My mom just packed me up and told me to go. I just wish they had a stable. I hate having to leave my mare back in DE, but I know she'd hate being away from the beach. I do, too, but she'll get cranky if she doesn't get to run in the sand and surf." Taela leaned back some and sighed. "I'm seriously going to go into a funk if I can't prank someone once I get there. You know where it is? I left the directions at home."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 7, 2003 17:23:56 GMT -4
"Ah ken there might be hidin' somewhere," Christine said. "An' ooh aye, Ah ken where the skale is. Ah go there," she added with a smile. "Been there since Ah was ten."
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Post by taeladragonfox on Dec 7, 2003 17:29:53 GMT -4
"Ten? Wow. You must know that place like the back of your hand, then." Taela glanced around her to the man she sat by. "And you, good sir? Might I be graced with your name?" She grinned and looked at Christine, "I was in Drama Club for a while, so sometimes I slip into odd accents." OOC- now I'm gonna wait for Gambit....  and go off for a bit and work on my Dragonfox pic |
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 7, 2003 17:35:04 GMT -4
"Ah ken most ay the hidie holes therein," Christine said proudly, her brogue strong. She smiled, and nudged her companion. "Ye can talk, ya ken."
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and go off for a bit and work on my Dragonfox pic